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I huff an annoyed sound. “Ain’t real good at listenin’, are you?”
“About as good as you, I reckon.”
She nods to Knox talking to sponsors. He’s up last, since he currently holds the most points.
I tug my helmet off and shake out my hair. “I told you I don’t want your charity.”
“Ever thought maybe it’s a need more than a want?” She gives me an exasperated look and walks away.
This woman is always walking away from me, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Next question—whydo I care?
