French-montana-excuse-my-french-zip

Kael’s jaw dropped.

Then it hit me.

I typed: 10459.

“The password is the phrase. French-montana-excuse-my-french-zip. No spaces. No capitals.” french-montana-excuse-my-french-zip

I should have said no. I was supposed to be grading freshman comp essays. But the name stuck in my head like a hook with no drop. French-Montana-Excuse-My-French-Zip. It sounded like a mantra. A curse. A key. Kael’s jaw dropped