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"You're best friends with him?" I repeated the news Parker had just said to me. All the times I wondered where Flynn had gone. He'd been with Parker. Talk about a small world. "I made friends with him when I came back to America." said Parker. I could feel that his fingers, which were still rubbing my back, had gone a little tense. I sat upright and pondered. This was actually shocking news. I had so many unanswered questions, and now, maybe I was going to get the answers. "What's he like now?" "Bit of a player," Parker said. "But he's cool to be around and he's more caring than you'd think." "Has he ever mentioned me? At all?" I said. He thought for a moment. "Not that I can remember." Another moment of silence. "Maybe I could re-introduce you two." I looked up to meet his eye quic