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not responsible for damage caused to vehicles by shopping carts .
    “Don’t worry about it,” Sammi says.
    “But it’s my fault. I am responsible.”
    She rolls her eyes and flips the switch on the Mule’s remote to start the long train
     moving toward the store’s entrance. I hurry to keep up as she walks alongside the
     front of the train, occasionally pushing or pulling on one of the carts to redirect
     the line.
    “Shouldn’t I at least tell Kris?” I ask.
    “No, you definitely shouldn’t,” she responds. “There are big signs all over the parking
     lot that say we’re not responsible for anything that happens out here.”
    “That just means if other people damage their cars, we can’t do anything about it.”
    “You weren’t even supposed to be here. So, guess who’s going to get blamed?” She glares
     at me and jerks her thumb toward her chest. “Me. I was on cart duty. And you’ll probably
     get your precious little boyfriend, Tyson, in trouble, too. Is that what you want?”
    “No!” I shake my head hard enough to make my glasses slide down my nose. “And he’s
     not my boyfriend.”
    “Whatever. Do yourself a favor and forget about it.” She guides the carts through
     the small opening at the front of the store. The onslaught of wintery rain/snow lessens
     now that we’re near the building.
    I swipe at my forehead to stop more water from drizzling behind my glasses. “What
     if whoever owns the car reports the damage?”
    “Then Kris’ll tell them the same thing he tells everybody: ‘we are not responsible
     for any damage to cars in the parking lot.’”
    “What about the security cameras?”
    Sammi shrugs. “There are two, and they only cover about a third of the lot. There’s
     a big blind spot where we were. Nobody saw anything. You’ll be fine. Just keep your
     mouth shut.” She pulls the Mule free of the cart conga line and starts steering it
     toward the entrance.
    My stomach rolls. “I don’t know about this.”
    She cocks her head at me. “If you’re going to freak out, they’re definitely going
     to know you did it. Are you going to freak out?”
    I consider the question. It certainly feels like I could freak out. In fact, I might
     already be freaking out. I’m afraid to speak, so I just nod.
    Sighing, Sammi says, “Stay here.” She guides the Mule back into the store and a few
     seconds later she’s back, grabbing me by the elbow and heading out into the sloppy
     parking lot once more.
    “What are we doing?” I ask. We’re in the aisle where the damaged car is parked. I
     wonder if we’re going to take down the license number, or maybe leave a note. The
     idea both terrifies and relieves me.
    “We’re going for cigarettes.”
    “What?”
    She digs in her coat pocket and comes up with a small orange box. “I’m almost out.
     I need smokes; you need a break.”
    “But I’m already on break. . . .”
    “Not that kind of break. Come on.”
    I don’t even realize where we’re headed until we’re almost at the small line of bare
     shrubs between the parking lot and the sidewalk.
    “We’re not supposed to leave on break,” I say.
    “Good thing we’re not on break, then,” Sammi says, and steps between two of the knee-high
     bushes. She’s still holding my elbow, so I don’t have much of a choice but to follow
     her.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Just across the street.” She pauses at the curb to let a herd of cars rush by. The
     tires kick up slush, spattering our jeans from the knees down, but it hardly matters
     given how soaked we already are.
    There’s a break in the traffic, and Sammi darts into the road. I don’t realize she’s
     let go of my arm until I find myself running after her. I have no idea why I’m going
     along on this errand. Sammi and I aren’t exactly friends.
    THINGS I HAVE LEARNED ABOUT SAMMI (FROM A SERIOUS DISTANCE)
    1. She must get her hair cut all the time, because she wears a kind of pixie cut with
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