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Silence as I understand what they --that somehow our brains are the bond between us, but what they don’t understand is that I don’t hold a candle to Breanna

"Yeah," I answer "She is"

"See," Pigpen says "The boy does have brains"

"Not like hers" Before they can argue, I jack h about being here, so I’hteen?" Eli asks, and I nod "Then she’s out of here by eight A few other chapters are riding in later tonight in your honor Shit’s going to get crazy"

I’ll be expected to show later, and ht now, ain to let hiirl

Breanna

PAPER PLATES WITH the remnants of our dinner are stacked at the end of the picnic table, and there are enough red plastic cups on the table that I’ve lost track of which one isa diet soda Oz and Chevy are drinking beer They’ve had multiple cups and, when they first sat at the table, Razor had a beer, too

He drank one and after that he’s stuck to my water It’s intimate that we share the sae drink so freely with so le adult, cares

"Tell rows In a lawn chair, Eh school last year and scared the crap out ofas he watches Euy fro us, Breanna Razor, ask your girl for some mercy"

We’re all suy froer than us and he’s the kind of guy your soul hurts to look at because people at school torture him My soul withers further as I realize that could be me

Razor moves beside me to straddle the bench seat He hooks an ars as a silent request for me to do what he’s done I also straddle the bench and end up with my back flush to hi so cozily, but like with the beer, no one cares

"Breanna’s lying" Oz runs his finger along Eests they share very personal secrets "I was a Boy Scout at school"

Ha That’s a lie "So you’re saying during my fresh him to spew blood in my direction?"