“When do you go over?” he asks suddenly, and I jump. Shit, I’m nervous. If I think too hard about it, I start to sweat. It’s not a good look. “Tomorrow at six.” “Wow,” Finn says, and then a small laugh bursts from him. “Hell, man, only this kind of stuff happens to you. I swear to God. You have the worst luck.” I rub a hand across my jaw. “It’s the family curse. That’s what this is.” He leans back and laughs loudly because he thinks it’s a joke, but it’s no joking matter. My family is fucking cursed. No one believes me, but it’s a real thing. I’m like the kid in that book Holes. The cycle
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