“You can’t help everybody in the world Cory, you can barely help yourself,” Patrick says as I close the door behind him.
“Really? You are really going to play that card?” I ask. I can feel myself getting red in the face, my blood boiling under my skin. “I never said I wanted to save the world. I just wanted to help a person that we pass every day in the school hallways. How many of the kids that we pass in the hallways and judge have problems just like I do? I mean if it wasn’t for Jaycee you still probably wouldn’t have known that I was homeless.”
“Come on Cory. That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Patrick answers falling down on his bed. “I’m just saying that you can’t take every stray dog home.”
“And this is the reason why I contemplated not even phoning you. Why I went to Mandy
