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Leo swore violently and spat into the chamois he’d been using to polish the bonnet of the car he’d been repairing. “Who-” giggling. He heard giggling. From two people: a young girl and his ex-girlfriend. “Is this for the hot sauce? I told you it was spicy. No one made you eat that.”
“You didn’t tell Georgina not to do that.”
“It was implied.”
“Georgie,” she had her fists planted at her sides like she was ready to fight either him, or maybe the car.
Calypso smiled at her, “Sorry, Georgie. I forgot.”
He spat out more clay. “That’s disgusting.”