Chapter 8
My fingers are in my ears, blocking out noise as I repeat "la, la, la," over and over again. Turk and Carla are following close behind me, whining and teasing me.
I can faintly hear Carla’s voice mockingly asking why I’m the screamer.
I stop inside the threshold of the hospital and Turk begins dancing around me, not long after Carla joins
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