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"Maybe that's the problem?" I retort.
Jem laughs, a short sharp sound. "Oh! I get it now. I don't know why I never saw before. She's a new Myf." Jem smirks. "Bet you haven't told her you used to fuck the girl who lives in your house?"
"I haven't had the chance to talk to Sky about Myf," says Dylan, voice hard. "Don't twist things."
This is too much for first thing in the morning. I'm pissed off that Jem stepped into our new world yesterday, about the shocking explanation I just heard, and now he's throwing more secrets at me.
"I think I'll umm... dry my hair."
The world spins again as I leave. Why did Dylan do this? I had enough information, and I believed him, but now I have too much I don’t want to know, and that I didn’t need to know. I'm trying to reconcile the two Dylans in my mind, as I have since the day I first found out who he was.
The reason he and Jem clash is that they're similar. Too similar, and how far those similarities go worries me.
