Peter glanced over at him, freckles covering his pug nose. “You’re putting on an act, right? This whole quiet and polite thing, it’s not the real you. Or do you have some sort of mental disability?” Jason felt uneasy at this sudden inquisition, so he played innocent. “Huh?” Peter watched him a moment longer before snorting. “Almost had me for a minute. How old were you?” Jason let himself relax fully for the first time since Michelle had dropped him off. “Seven,” he said. “You?” “Six years old. Parents were crackheads, although not until after I was born, thank god.” Jason nodded, the pieces
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