My Sister Humiliated Me at the Ball Until I Let the Countdown Speak for Me

satisfied that control had returned to their side of the conversation.

I looked at the bill on the floor. I looked back up. I did not pick it up. I did not speak. The countdown ran behind my eyes as steadily as it ran on the watch face.

Forty-three seconds.

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