The Momentum Builds Jan.22.2008
“Nice phone,” Freckle-face said as she handed my cell back to me. “Hunh?” “Your phone—it’s nice. You’ve got good taste.” She beamed up at me, deep dimples cutting swats across her cheeks. I crossed my arms, sizing her up. “Cut the crap, little girl. I don't have time for small talk. Are you [...]