“Fifteen,”
“Thirteen,”
“I’m telling you, the angle you look for it makes it impossible for you to see it.”
“I used a mirror, and I didn’t see it.”
“Where you wearing your glasses?”
Key frowned, “No, but I’m telling you I know how many birthmarks I have.”
Everyone in the van looked at the two, who ignored them and continued to argue.
“You obviously don’t.
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