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“You still think I’m crazy?” I paced back and forth from one end to the other of the small bedroom, while Cricket sat calmly at the foot of the bed. Her hands folded in her lap.
“I never said you were crazy.”
“You know what? You’re right. You said I was wrong. But now I’ve got proof that he wants to start s**t with me.”
“I’m not sure that’s entirely fair, Jase. It takes two to fist fight, and from where I was standing, it looked like you were both a split second away from happily tearing each other apart.”
“Hatch fuckin’ started it!” I shouted.
“Listen to you. You sound like a little kid who’s in trouble for fighting with his brother.”
“He’s no brother of mine,” I seethed.
Cricket’s face fell. I could tell my words hurt her feelings. They also pissed her off.
“You pigheaded,
