Gaping at the computer monitor as though it were the actual idiot herself, Shelton slammed his head into the keyboard yet again. "How the hell is it my fault?" he demanded furiously.
"Because the one time I have a ride, you can't go and Gianluca can't go if you can't, so it's your fault," she said matter-of-factly, as though it made any sense.
"You
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