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CHAPTER FOURAbel was walking home briskly in the dark when he saw her. “Hey Abel Ruiz,” Sarah sang out. “Now that the wicked witch of the west is gone, let’s do something!”
“Are you crazy, Sarah?” Abel yelled at the girl. “Girl, go home! It’s dark.”
Sarah came closer, almost touching him. “You liked me when you saw me in the donut shop. I could tell. You kept staring at me like I really turned you on.”
“Sarah,” Abel protested, taking a step back, “I’m a junior in high school. I’m sixteen years old. You’re a little girl. You’re in middle school. What are you doing on the street at this hour? Where’s your mom?”
“I’ve dated lots of boys who’re sixteen,” Sarah declared. “It’s no big deal.”
“You’re lying, Sarah,” Abel accused her. “You gotta go home to your mother. What’s the matter
