“What’s your favorite song?” I tell him the truth. “I don’t have one.” His mouth drops open and he rears back in shock. “What? How can you not have a favorite song?” I chew my thumbnail. “I don’t know. I don’t really listen to a lot of music.” Shaking his head, he mutters something that sounds a whole lot like, “I knew it.” “Okay, Mr. Judgypants. What’s your favorite song?” Instantly, his face lights up. “Easy. ‘Purple Haze’ by Jimi Hendrix.” Doesn’t ring a bell. “Never heard of it.” His eyes close and he looks like he’s in physical pain. “You’re killing me.” I can’t help but feel like
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