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Max laughed “Gotcha Blurry lily ponds and shit”

“Yeah I’hted My prescription’sto you”

“Not really What are most people?”

“Zero is good Twenty-twenty, I guess I read soe for people ear glasses”

“Whoa You don’t wear contacts?”

“My eyes are too dry Lucky me”

“That sucks You have a spare pair of glasses in your rooht?”

“My old ones They’ll do for tonight” He’d have to get the copy of his prescription and—

Jeremy tensed with the now familiar clench of hurt and dread His mom had always handled that kind of stuff, but their e had been aard at best, and his parents were the last people he wanted to deal with That the feeling seemed to be mutual didn’t help At all

“You okay? You look like you’re gonna hurl Shit, if you’ve got a concussion after all, we should get to the ER” Max leaned closer, but he’d have to get six inches from Jeremy’s face for Jeremy to really see him, and he was still blurry

“I’ about ot it”

“Just tell her to take a pic with her phone”

“Good idea” Jere carefully on the crunchy grass that now looked faintly white The wind gusted, the freezing raininto snow

“Why don’t you have boots? I’ you’re a first-year You’re not from here?”

“Victoria”

“Oh, cool I love BC Vancouver Island is gorgeous”

“Yeah, I guess so? We don’t get snow very often Usually just rains I had winter gear, but I outgrew it”

“You definitely need boots in Toronto” Max grasped Jereloves cool and soft “And you need gloves Dude, you !”