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“There’s something I don’t understand.â€? Trey said, days later as we lounged in his backyard.

“What?â€? I asked him.

“Why did Jack do all those things? He couldn’t possibly … like you, right?â€?

“Um … I don’t know.â€? I shoved a hand full of chips in my mouth so I couldn’t reply anymore. Trey answered his own questions anyway.

“Naw, he probably didn’t like you. He probably just had some major issues or something. Maybe he was sick.â€? Trey grabbed a chip and waited for me to swallow mine.

I sighed and entered the conversation, “Like mentally?â€?

“Uh huh. Then again, I guess I do remember us when we were little.â€?

“What happened then?â€? I didn’t know where the conversation is going, but oh well. Any conversation with Trey has to be a good one. It is him.

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