I turned around and there was Garth staring at me. His glare could give polar bears chills with the way he looked at me.
“What are you talking about?” I questioned him.
“Jonathan Wendell Gold, don’t play ignorant with me.”
Was he acting like my parents? Wait. How does he know my middle name?
“I know that you took a note from me.” Garth further grilled me. “There’s no need to deny everything since I can and have researched people like you around here.”
“What makes you think that–”
Hold on, I think I found a weakness here.
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