“I guess, I don’t know.” Baz squeezes his fists tight, and his voice comes out of him in a tight roar. “Who. The fuck. Is Nicodemus.” “I don’t know,” I say. “I thought you’d know.” He gets off the bed and starts prowling about the room. “My mother came back. She came back to see me. And you talked to her instead. Unbelievable.” “Well, where were you? Why couldn’t she find you?” “I was indisposed! It’s none of your business!” “Well, I hope your secret trip was worth it!” I shout. “Because your mother came for you! She came and she came and she came—and you were off planning your hopeless
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