Cold Fury

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My name is Sara Jane rIspoli.

Several short weeks ago, I turned sixteen.

So far there has been nothing sweet about it.

I have braces, the thick, transparent type-they make my teeth appear too large for my mouth and my lips too small to contain them.

I have good hair and acceptable skin but my nose is Roman, as in it’s roamin’ all over my face, and I plan to do something about it someday.

I have a learner’s permit but no license, but I’ve been driving my dad’s old Lincoln Continental since I was thirteen, so big freaking deal.

I have a boyfriend-well, a boy who treats me like a friend instead of how I want to be treated, so BFD again.

I also have a steel briefcase, and inside that briefcase is ninety-six thousand dollars in cash, an AmEx Black Card in my name, a Sig Sauer.45 conceal-and-carry, and an old leather notebook stuffed full of so many unusual facts, indecipherable notes, and unlisted phone numbers that it’s held together with masking tape and rubber bands.

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