Twenty-Four

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Lennon: Three huge men, Cassius, Knox, and Harley, were all standing in a circle arguing about me. I hate that this has come to them arguing. They are family, and I am no one. I thought about how they all could project their auras into the room. I thought about my own. Do I have one? What color would it be? Would it penetrate their circle and steal their attention if I asked it to? "Enough." I never stood. I never yelled. I projected my aura and prayed that it carried my voice to them and gave them some understanding or comfort. Anything to make them stop fighting with each other, and it did. All six of them turned to me. The three men Harley had called Cassius's fathers turned to me as quickly as Harley, Knox, and Cassius did. "I don't want you all fighting over me. I'm sorry for what

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