WHILE RUNNING AROUND the garden, with five men big enough to break bones if they fell on me, I laughed my head off. If any of them were on the ground, I leaped over; if they got in my way, I ran around them, or, at one point, crawled through their legs; and if I looked in danger of being landed on, Sean or Ethan dragged me out of the way. I had easily as much fun as the basketball game, maybe even more so, thanks to Sean’s presence.
Out of breath from a full sprint, I dropped to the grass, the cool tendrils tickling the back of my calves as I slapped them down. My chest heaved in its ragged rise and fall. Within the space of two days, I’d surprised myself with my ability to even remotely keep up with everyone else.
“Get up, Jem,” Daniel called. “If you stay there, you’ll get crushed.”
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