Agreement
Aaron Cyrus: February 22nd,20XX Joyce stared at me from across the cheap plastic table provided by the amusement park and was silent. The mask, hat and sunglasses made it impossible to read her expression, but I already knew how she was feeling without seeing her expression. I’d already explained myself to her, and I’d told her about Archer’s reaction in the car on the way to the secret headquarters or whatever she wanted to call it. To be fair, I’d also told her about the talk we’d had last night, but I didn’t feel like my summary of the teenage boy’s emotional explosion had done it justice. It wasn’t on purpose, but I’d ended up taking out the part of the scary memory and had just said that Archer had gotten some negative feedback from using his powers, and had focused more on why he’
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