CHAPTER 37

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I storm off before she responds and almost fall on my left swing. The handful of girls in the room stares at me as though I'm drunk. I ignore them and move towards Hazel in her green floral. By the time I plonk down into the seat, my steam is at spaceship proportions.

"What's wrong with your face? And why are you wearing all those clothes?"

"What do you mean?" I examine my face for cracks. "I don't feel anything."

"Your makeup isn't the problem. I meant your expression."

"I hate that bitch, that's what!" Then I glare at her. "Why the hell are you smiling?"

She hands me the white plastic bag from a side chair.

"Look what an angel delivered for God's two favourite girls."

"Look! I'm not in that kind of mood." I shove her hand aside. "Just call the damn numbers."

"If I had a job there, I'd tell you like yesterday."

"What?"

"We still have another minute till nine," Hazel explains.

"Aha!" I say when it hits me. "You just admitted that they know the draw beforehand."

"What? No. That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Don't try to take it back now because." 

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