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Riley There were a lot of things running through my mind before coming to dinner with Dylan tonight. I knew that the subject of his parents was a touchy one. In the time that I’ve known Dylan, he hasn’t mentioned his parents hardly at all. When he has mentioned them or his brothers, it was to say that they didn’t talk. It was hard for me to understand it because I am so close with my parents, but at the same time, I needed to accept it. That doesn’t mean I couldn’t offer my opinion, especially when I see how it has affected him. When Dylan opened up to me about his family, I was a little taken aback by it. It was totally unexpected but also nice to hear him open up to me about something that was hard for him to talk about. The only thing running through my mind was how I could make it