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“What an asshole!” Ford yells. “Quiet down,” Lena says, holding up the baby monitor. “Why would he go on TV and say all that s**t?” I can’t tell Ford that it was meant for me and not him. Although I think what Warner said probably applies to us both. I believe he wants to repair his relationship with my brother as well. “Because he wants you guys to be friends again.” Lena places a bowl of chips and salsa on the table. We’re on the back patio next to their pool. Ford called this morning, demanding I come over. Big brothers can be extremely annoying at times, even if they have your best intentions in mind. It’s pretty warm out, which still feels so weird to me. Back in New York, I’d be wearing a jacket and quite possibly a hat and mittens. “There are things in this world you can’t com