“Kansas, what happened to your chest?” In the light of day, I could see them more clearly now. Two scars formed a V and then slid down into one to his beltline. “My tattoos?” He raised his arms, pointing to tattoos I’d already seen. I shook my head and pointed. “No, the huge scars.” “Just a stupid hazing ritual. I was sewn up just fine.” He traced the scar and then gave me a smile. “Looks pretty cool though, right? I haven’t decided whether to cover them up or not yet.” My jaw dropped. “They should have been kicked out of school for that!” My mind raced as I imagined the scene. Kansas, lying
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