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“Your parents apparently paid for this for two years,” Gabe rumbled, sounding tired. “You’re

lucky…they would’ve confiscated it all next month if you hadn’t come back.”

Lucky.

Right.

I should feel lucky, shouldn’t I?

I mean, I did return home when his son didn’t.

But I didn’t feel lucky.

Far from it.

“There’s a job at the police station if you want it,” Gabe continued.

Did I? Want it?

No.

But should I take it?

Probably.

“Thank you,” I said. “That’d be good.”

Lies.

All fucking lies.

It wouldn’t be good.

It’d suck.

Everybody would look at me, judge me, find me lacking.

But I would not hide.

I didn’t hide.

At least, I thought I didn’t hide.

“Let’s get all this shit moved to your place,” Gabe said. “I have to meet Ember for dinner later,

and she might very well cut off my balls if I don’t get there on time.”

I did laugh at that.

I’d met Ember and liked her.

“Can’t have that,” I said as I picked up my first box. “Can’t have that.”

***

I stared at the box of shoes that I hadn’t unpacked.

Why had I not unpacked them?

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