Shockingly thin, with dark bags under her eyes framed by flat, dark hair hanging limply on the sides of her face. What really shone was the Rabbit, my labor of love, the machine I woke up for. Old Quil nodded and asked Charlie if he could use the phone. I got most of the story on the way there, otherwise I would have been completely in the dark. School started up again with all the usual excitement. Billy's face was completely slack, devoid of its usual color, and my fingers gripped the wheel of Old Quil's decrepit Ford so hard my knuckles went white. I pulled an extra rubber band out of my pocket and threw my hair back up to get it out of my face as we went through the front door.
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