“You screwed with my life again. You did that once, and I’m not going to let you do it again.” The others stared at me like what I was saying wasn’t true, but they knew it was. “This isn’t a group decision. We’re not teenagers anymore.” But none of them had moved. They all stood staring at me like we were exactly that. Like we’d grown backward in the last hour. That was the thing about being that young. What your friends thought about you was more important than anything else in the world, and being excluded from the group was the most painful thing you could experience. But that wasn’t who we
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