This church picnic ain't no picnic./You're my fried chicken./ Holy finger-lickin'..."
Savannah yelled at him over the music. "Are you callin' me a piece a fried chicken?"
"Nah. Not you, Slush Queen. Never." He closed his eyes and pounded out the drums on the dashboard of the Beater. As I got out of the car, I felt sorrier for Link than ever.

Autore: Kami Garcia

This church picnic ain't no picnic./You're my fried chicken./ Holy finger-lickin'..."<br />Savannah yelled at him over the music. "Are you callin' me a piece a fried chicken?"<br />"Nah. Not you, Slush Queen. Never." He closed his eyes and pounded out the drums on the dashboard of the Beater. As I got out of the car, I felt sorrier for Link than ever. - Kami Garcia

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