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“You knoho sent me?” he asks

I shakemy breath as I wait on his answer

“My parents” His hand co for just a second before heback up at me His brows are pinched like he’s a little confused as he says, “My parents—who both loved uy My mom is pretty awesoht it was for the best,” he says, so quiet “The people they sentWeren’t really ‘bad’ people Just wrong”

That turns on the fucking orks for ain, because that’s not true in my case

He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees and fixing et sent to somewhere like that?”

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He nods with ht place" His hand are pressed together in the classic prayer-hands pose "My stuff," he says, quiet but steady, "was e And weird," he offers "I kept it to ht aboutdirty"

Tears keep dripping down od, but I can't stop the at the weird and teary I can’t believe I’m not alone, that it happened to him—Luke McDowell

"Who sent you? Your parents?" he asks

"Just e somehow

He nods "You get any say so in it?"

I put my hand over my eyes as I nod Because this part is one of the worst "I picked the place," I rasp I rub atmyself to calm the fuck down I don't want to break down in here with hi I won't cry while I talk "There was this place that said they'd teach you how to shoot a bow It had likecabins," I say, sing the crack in ht it sounded like survival courses"

More tears fall down my cheeks as he nods "Okay," he says softly "But it wasn't, was it?"