How old are you, anyway?"" How old are you?"" Seventeen." I raise a brow." Almost. I'll be seventeen in two weeks. You?" Part of me doesn't want to tell her. She'll be horrified. But part of me wants to know what she will do when she knows the truth. "How old do you think I am?" She lifts a slender shoulder. "At first I thought maybe eighteen, but now I'm thinking at least nineteen. Maybe even twenty?""why's that?"" You seem very ... experienced." I nod. "You're close. Today's my birthday. I'm thirteen.

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