he’d been mean to me at school because he didn’t know anyone and thought I was snotty. First, we both liked to watch The A-Team, and when I told him I had a copy of the latest Nellie Bly’s Trust It or Don’t, he made me promise to bring it over next time. I didn’t tell him that I only allowed myself to read one entry a night, because I knew it was weird. I told him all about Aunt Jin and how great she was, that she was an artist who said I could come live with her if I ever wanted to. Frank had been duly impressed. When the girls started fussing, we uncovered the TV, plugged it in, and twisted
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