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took another sip of my beer. “I guess. Everyone made me aware of my American accent. I got a lot of heat when I first moved there and was still using words like y’all or fixin’. I dropped some of those words from my vocabulary after a couple of years.”
    “I noticed. People will always find a way to single you out because you’re different. Mustn’t let ’em get to you. Why don’t you mingle with the pack? I’m going to see if anyone is up for a game of darts.” William winked and strolled off with an air of confidence.
    Meanwhile, I was fixin’ to order another beer.
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    After losing count of how many beers I’d ordered, it occurred to me how stressed out I’d become over the Denver situation.
    Now, completely inebriated, I suddenly gained newfound confidence. The kind that had me staggering over to Denver’s table.
    I’d never cared much about fashion. As a kid, I used to wear lots of princess dresses. But after hitting my teens, I realized how insignificant I was in the world of Breed. I had no friends my age, didn’t go to school, and therefore had no reason to dress up. Style just became something I associated with people who had someone to impress.
    Nadia’s sable-brown eyes lowered to my frayed jean shorts, and I saw a familiar look on her face. The kind women give when they realize you’re not a threat to their game. I wanted her to say something bitchy so I could find a valid reason to hate her.
    “Do join us,” she offered.
    Denver suddenly scooted his chair to the left and put a few inches of air between them. “Where’s Lexi?” he asked, searching the room. “Why don’t you hang out with her?”
    I gracefully sank into the chair and crossed my legs. “Because I’m no longer an adolescent who needs to be shooed away from the table when the grown-ups are talking. Why won’t you talk to me?”
    “Maizy, I’m on a date, and your pupils are spinning like pinwheels. How many beers have you had?”
    I pulled his beer toward me. “You never call me Maizy,” I murmured. “Why did you stop writing?”
    Denver leaned forward and pulled his beer away from me. “I don’t think this is the time.”
    “Well I do. I think this is the perfect time to address why I’ve been sending you handwritten letters since I was sixteen, and you decided five years ago to stop writing me back. Five years. Don’t you care about me anymore?”
    “That’s bullshit. You’re the one who fucking left.”
    “To go to school!”
    “Plenty of schools here.”
    I stood up, fueled by alcohol and crumbling inhibitions. “And you had plenty of opportunities to come see me. Every time I came home to visit, you were never around. I can’t believe you just cut me off like that. Oh God, what am I saying?” I covered my face.
    “Why don’t you go home?” he said sullenly.
    “Because I don’t know where home is.” Tears burned my eyes and I clenched my teeth, refusing to give in to my emotional outburst.
    Nadia pulled out a silver compact and began checking the makeup she’d lacquered onto her face.
    Something flickered in Denver’s expression—an emotion I couldn’t read. “I’m sorry about this, Nadia. Maybe I better drive you home.”
    She stroked his bicep and gave it a squeeze. “Sounds perfect. We can just leave my car at your house and pick it up in the morning.”
    My stomach lurched, and two words raced through my head: my Denver.
    When a smile touched his lips, I lost it. “Someday I’m going to be dead and you’re going to regret the way you treated me.”
    When I turned to walk off, he flew out of his seat and caught my arm. “Maizy, wait. Look, I’m sorry, but I’ve got a date here and this is just awkward as fuck. You show up unexpectedly and now you’re drunk. Since when did you start drinking?”
    When I faced him, my anger broke into pieces. “I just wanted to talk to you. Without all the walls and the drama. You were more than my watchdog; you were my best friend. But