But you've let Micah move in with you. I found myself staring not into Byron's gray eyes, but at Nathaniel. Buzz smiled. Here was a face younger and more innocent seeming than Nathaniel's.
I wasn't mad about what he wanted; I was uncomfortable because I enjoyed it. It wasn't my memory. It's not worth dying over. He was standing a little ahead of us with my bag in his hands.
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