“There was this one time when we were about nine years old. Some kid dumped water down my pants. He told all our classmates that I pissed myself on the playground. And you know what Danny did?” She’s smiling now, fingers absentmindedly running through the ends of her long, beachy hair. “Beat him up?” “Nah, he poured water down his own pants. Told everyone he peed himself, too.” She breaks into a tiny fit of laughter. “Wow.” “Yeah, so there’s that,” I say, a chuckle of my own slipping out. “Danny and Sofia may be together now, but that guy will always be my best friend. And I can’t blame him
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