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• “You didn’t have to go to the Quarry,” I spit. “You could have said no.” She groans. “You’ve been acting like this all summer. Like nothing matters. I couldn’t let you go off alone with Charlotte Simpson!” “So, what, you’re my babysitter now too?” “After last night, it’s pretty clear you need one! If you—” She stops herself and looks away, her jaw ...