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After school I followed David to his car. My mom was picking me up, so I didn’t have much time, but what is Time to the afterdead?
“You don’t like your parents’ work,” I said.
“How perceptive of you.” He pulled out his keys and prepared to blow me off.
“Why?”
“I don’t remember deciding my life was your business.”
I grabbed his arm. “What’s your hurry? Come on. Talk to me.”
He turned and gave me his most superior look. “Still looking for help with calc?”
“No, I’m back on and you know it.” He’d been there in class this morning—he’d seen.
David shook his head. “Still looking for a new friend?”
“Come on, David, cut the crap.”
“What crap?” he said angrily. “You impose yourself on me, my family—”
“Your parents seem to like me. Unlike you.”
“My parents are fantasists.”
“Fanta—”
