“To Peter,” said Jana, raising her bottle of Stella.
“To Peter!” Amira echoed.
“Oh, heck, I’ll cheer him, too,” said Connor grudgingly. “After all, he got us the afternoon off. Who could ask for more than that?”
“To Professor Keating,” said Peter, lifting the bottle to his lips for a deep swig of the ice-cold beer. He wasn’t a big drinker when he was on ca…
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