“Oh.” I fiddle with the package of spinach in my hands, the bag crinkling as I think. “Do you think he has social anxiety or something? He always seems sort of…lost? I don’t know, Carter, I just have a bad feeling.” “About Max?” he asks, sitting up straighter and narrowing his eyes at me. “Yeah, I think something is really wrong. I can’t explain it, it’s more of a…vibe, I guess.”
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