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"It’s your life" Those words were simple and overused, but that was always true of the truth "What would your thirty-year-old self say?

"If he’s sitting in an office pushing legal paperwork, he’s probably cussing ed and looked up at the sky "Sounds to me like you know the answer"

"It’s a difference betant and should, isn’t it?"

"Yes You should do what you want"

He looked over at me and smiled, and I aze fell to ht "So?"

"I’ if you taste like it"

After a short pause, I choked then burst out in howling laughter

He grinned "What? What’s funny?"

I couldn’t stop the ugly cackling bubbling up fro there my entire life to be set free My eyes watered Weston quietly chuckled, too

"Man," he said, rubbing the back of his neck "I’ ht now"

I nudged hio if soht they were legitimately insane"

"Would you have wanted lance; then ate "No"

"No?"

"For the same reason I don’t want you to kiss me now"

His eyes lit up with realization "Alder"

"Yes," I said, pressing"Is there soht?" I asked, desperate to change the subject

Weston leaned back and folded his arms behind his head "I don’t know, and I don’t care"

I crawled up next to hied rade school, howelse in our world with the exception of Erin Alderh school? Ihed once; then his face cruod of Hell is the devil Not reallyback and forth, feeling the chilly spring breeze blow through the thin fabric ofand buzzing in the grass I listened to their symphony, our own little private show

We drank our pops, and Weston crunched them in his man hands and tossed them behind us He helpedthe door I cli for Spring Break?" he asked

I shook roup I was supposed to go to South Padre with Alder and Brady and prettyto back out"