“How can you be obsessed with being normal and not have a cell phone?” Jenna demanded of Titus before setting her tray down at one of the circular tables in an isolated corner of the cafeteria.

“I'm not obsessed with being normal. I am normal,” Titus argued.

“Yeah, except for me,” Shade objected. “And the Wyrd, magic, a strange uncle, and the mental hospital thing.”

“Not if you don't have a phone, you're not,” Jenna pointed out, as if that was the only thing he was missing.

“Why are they still having this incessant argument about pointless technology—” Shade griped. Tess was inclined to agree.

“—when they could be having an argument about which girl in the school has th...

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