Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback.”
“I was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party.” He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. “And I’m not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks.”
“What’s an acid flashback?” Izzy crows.
“Nothing,” my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me.

Auteur: Lauren Oliver

Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?” <br />I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback.” <br />“I was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party.” He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. “And I’m not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks.” <br />“What’s an acid flashback?” Izzy crows. <br />“Nothing,” my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me. - Lauren Oliver


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