Bendit saw the situation clearly. Alex was without a doubt the worst thief he had ever met. He made the accusation casually as he wrapped his arms behind his head and admired the destruction he had caused in such a short amount of time with pride. Alex offered no protest from his side of the bed as his old friend’s screech owl voice began to read from the pages of the notebook.

            “I have been abandoned trying to be what I thought I should. I’m left to find my own way. When I was a child I was good. I can be good. Personality is not permanent. Goodness is saying no. I’m swimming.” Bendit hacked out a cough in disgust. “The girls find me and I’m an idea. They h...

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