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for any attention, either. Maybe his parents are looking for him. Maybe a
foster family.
Maybe the police.
Not many kids transfer schools six weeks before the end of their senior
year, after all. He’s running from something.
He shifts the gears again and finally speaks. “I’ll bring it tonight.”
“You’ll bring it now.”
He turns to look at me. “If you have me picked up, you’ll never get it
back,” he points out. “I got shit to do. I’ll see you tonight.”