Satan. I’d been called that many times, hundreds I’m sure. But, fuck, I couldn’t be Satan to him. Not to my boy. “Toby—” “I have nobody!” He kicked me in the shin and punched me in the gut. I let him—I’d take all his blows, every one if that’s what it took. “Do you understand that? I’ve been alone most of my life. I… I thought maybe you were somebody now. You know? A friend, possibly. A roommate, at the least. You’re grumpy a lot, you spend time with scary people, and you never let me win when we play games but you… you were my friend. I thought we were friends, and I don’t understand how you
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