Are you interested in hearing the musings of an eternally optimistic teenager?” “Sure.” His voice is tight as he pushes his palms harder into his forehead. “If these were your last few moments on earth, would you go happy?” His responding sigh is ragged. He clears his throat. “No.” “But why? You have so much. You’ve achieved so much. No one’s life is perfect.” He sits up straight now. Amber eyes regard me like I might not be the she-devil he took me for. “Have you googled my name? It’s all just,”—he huffs out a sad laugh—“stupid.” “It is,” I agree, solemnly nodding my head and letting my hand
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