of all my dead friends and family, because I don’t have those things!” I could hear my voice raising, could feel my blood boiling as I lashed out at Tony. “I’ve spent years trying to avoid what I do to people; I would never keep little reminders of how I’ve ruined countless lives!”

            Tony shook his head, refusing to make eye contact with me, though I knew he could tell I had started to cry.

            “I should be heading home. It’s getting late and my dad will kill me if I miss curfew again,” he said. As he turned to open the front door, he added, “Tell him whatever you want about the beer, but if you ever talk to me again, I’ll tell him about whate...

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