“You’re late!” Faiza says, sing-song, as I push open the door to her office and skitter inside.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I say, panting a little as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I try to catch my breath. “I had to learn how to put my rifle away, lock it up.”
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