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"They're baiting you," I said, watching Lee's response. Unfortunately, his response was, as always, like a child’s.
"I don’t care," he said. "And if they bait me, they get the bite. Have you ever tried fishing before? You get bait; you pull out something you didn’t plan for," he added as if it was some grandiose philosophical idea.
I groaned, rolling my eyes. This kid was going to get himself killed.
"Look," I said, "this is the wrong place and the wrong f*****g time for any of this. Nobody’s trying to prove who’s boss here."
He was now sitting up on his hospital bed, his legs hanging several feet above the ground. It was almost comical, really, if you thought about it.
"I’m not going to let them dictate who’s boss," he said, slamming his hand on his chest. His face twis
