“I made it up, then?” He glowers at me. “My aunt isn’t dead? My parents aren’t assholes?” “Oh, I’m sure your parents are assholes. You had to learn how to be an absolute dick from someone, and you’re so good at it, Dash. You must have perfected that skill at a very early age. I believe your aunt’s dead, too. But you feel things, Dash. You hurt. You want. You need. You care.” At this last statement, he recoils away from me like he’s just been stung. It must have hurt pretty bad from the way he starts slinging his books into his bag. “Goddamnit, Mendoza. You really talk some shit. Sit here and
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