Gibs didn’t come to school today, which was beyond strange considering we got cake from the teacher on our birthdays. In all the years I’d known him, which was literally all the years of my life, he’d never once refused cake on his birthday. Hell, he even demolished the cake given out on my birthday. That could only mean one of two things: either he was at death’s door or had passed through it. When I reached his front porch after school and tried to let myself inside like I’d done every day since I’d learned how to walk, I was met with resistance. The door was locked. Since when did we use
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