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Chapter 1
Liam Mackenzie scurried up the oak tree and settled on his favorite branch. He was only twenty feet above his mom’s flower bed at the side of the driveway but high enough to be hidden from the world behind a canopy of newly sprouted leaves. High enough to do some spying.
From this vantage point, he could look down into the living room window where his mom was seated on the sofa reading a magazine and his dad was jabbing at the TV’s remote control. But Liam’s focus was on the house next door, beyond the hedge. The two-story building had stood empty a few months now. Today the new neighbors were moving in.
It was late morning on a crisp, cool Saturday in April. A huge mover’s truck rolled into the horseshoe driveway, halting with the back end aimed at the front door of the old house. The rattling engine cut off, the door creaked open, and a man jumped down. He stretched and went to greet a shiny silver car that was pulling up behind.
Liam guessed the truck driver was the dad of the family. The mom stepped out of the driver’s side of the car, and they came together for a hug before turning to gaze at their new home. One of the car’s rear doors opened and a short boy climbed out. He looked about five or six, yawning wide as he ambled over to his mom.
She ruffled his hair. “Awake at last, sweetie?” she said, her voice faint but clear from where Liam straddled his branch.
Nobody else got out of the car.
Liam sighed. There were only six houses on this lonely, barely paved lane, and not one kid his age. He lived in the middle of nowhere, just within the city limits of Brockridge, with its historic railroad station, a sprinkling of stores, and nothing of interest for anyone but Civil War buffs and old people. Liam’s parents loved it here, but being the only kid for miles around wasn’t exactly fun.
The new neighbor woman glanced toward the car. “Hey, wake up, sleepyhead! Come look.”
Liam bolted upright, seeing slow movement through the windshield. Someone else was back there. Surely it was someone his age . . .
A girl slid out. She had long black hair and wore dark glasses, a tight black T-shirt, a short black skirt, black leggings, and flat black shoes. Liam slumped in disappointment. Hanging out with a girl would be okay if she were his age, but this one was way older, probably sixteen or so. She wouldn’t want anything to do with him, and judging by how fed up she looked, Liam wasn’t sure he wanted anything to do with her either. She looked sulky even behind her shades.
Her mom stepped past the small boy and hurried to take her hand. “Come on, Madison. Look at this place! How can you not be excited?”
“She’s a teenager,” her dad commented.
“It’s okay, I guess,” Madison said. Liam could barely hear her, and he strained to listen as she turned to face the road. “So how far’s the cemetery from here?”
“Here we go again,” the man grumbled and wandered off to inspect the house’s siding.
“I need to know, Mom,” the girl said obstinately.
“Madison, please stop asking about the cemetery.”
“Yes, but . . .”
Liam listened intently, his curiosity piqued, as the woman lowered her voice and spoke earnestly to her daughter. Madison kept opening her mouth to reply but couldn’t seem to get a word in. Finally she shook her head. “Fine. Whatever.”
The boy chose that moment to pipe up, “I’m hungry.”
“Me too,” his mom said. “Let’s go inside.” She called to her husband and held out her hand. “Keys, m’ dear?”
Moments later the parents and boy were inside the house, leaving a dejected teenage girl alone in the driveway. She chewed her gum for a moment, then sighed and trudged inside.
Cemetery, Liam thought as she disappeared from sight. What kind of person arrives in a new town asking about a cemetery?
He couldn’t be certain, but he thought she might be pretty behind those dark glasses. A pretty girl next door would certainly make life interesting! He couldn’t wait to tell Ant. But jabbering on about a cemetery like that? It was highly possible she was some kind of weirdo.
Liam grinned. Even better. Weird was good.
Not too long after, the man sauntered out of the house and disappeared behind the back of the truck. Liam heard the sound of a squeaky shutter rolling up and guessed the unloading was about to start.
Boring, Liam thought.
He slid down from the tree to head indoors—and stopped as his dad greeted him from the porch. “Ah, there you are. Your mom wants us to help the new neighbors.”
She appeared behind him. “Feeling strong, Liam?”
Liam groaned. The idea of shifting boxes appalled him. “Seriously?”
But his mom and dad strode over to the five-foot hedge that separated the properties and waved heartily. “Hey! Need some help there?”
* * *
The new neighbors were Dr. and Mrs. Parker, which was ironic since Liam had been a bit of a nosy parker himself earlier.
“Take this,” his dad ordered, handing him a box. He called back over his shoulder. “Where’s this going?”
“Kitchen’s fine,” Mrs. Parker said. “Thank you so much.” She clicked her tongue. “Where are those kids of ours?”
“MADISON!” Dr. Parker roared to an upstairs window. “Get down here and help!”
Liam grunted with the weight of the box and headed into the Parker residence. He passed through the small entrance hall and stashed the box in the kitchen, then trudged back outside. No sense hurrying. The slower he moved, the less he’d have to carry.
The adults chatted as they unloaded the truck. Dr. Parker, a radiologist, had managed to secure a new job in Brockridge, a change of pace from the busy city they’d left behind. Mrs. Parker was an artist and illustrator with a home-based studio. Liam’s dad worked from home too, though he was a website designer. His mom was a kindergarten teacher.
Liam hung back, dutifully straightening a stack of boxes so he looked busy. Two figures eventually emerged from the house.
“Here they are,” Mrs. Parker said. “About time!” She turned to Liam’s parents. “This is Madison. She’s fifteen.”
Fifteen, Liam thought. Yeah, way too old.
“And this is little Cody. Tell them how old you are, Cody.”
“Five,” the boy said. He brightened, his shyness evaporating. “I’ll be six soon. Look, my tooth falled out . . .”
Once Cody started talking, he didn’t stop. As the adults laughed and fawned over him, Liam glanced at Madison and noticed her staring back at him over her shades. He hurriedly looked away. The next time he glanced her way, she was staring off into the distance, and he was able to study her for a second or two. Her round face was clear, not a spot or pimple anywhere. She was very slim, almost skinny, and roughly six inches taller than Liam.
“Madison, this is Liam,” Mrs. Parker said finally. “Perhaps he can show you around the area.” She looked questioningly at Liam. “Is the lake close?”
“Just down the lane,” Liam said. “I have a boat.”
Madison opened her mouth to ask something, but the question died on her lips when she saw her mom’s warning look. “Are there stores nearby?” she tried instead.
“They’re pretty lame,” Liam told her.
“How about movie theaters?”
“Lame. All lame.” He paused. As the adults turned once more to the stacks of boxes, he lowered his voice. “There’s a neat cemetery, though.”
Madison’s reaction went unnoticed by her parents, but the slight jerk of her head toward him revealed her acute interest in what he’d said. He couldn’t see her eyes, but she’d stopped chewing her gum.
He shrugged. “I mean, you know, just in case you happen to like that sort of thing.”
Chapter 2
Later that afternoon, Liam stepped through the kitchen to the deck out back, mobile phone in hand. His dad looked up from his laptop with a smile. “Can’t wait to tell Ant about the new girl?”
“Uh, sure, I guess.”
He escaped just as his friend answered. Ant lived on the other side of town. “Hey, buddy,” he said, sounding muffled. “What’s up?”
“New neighbors,” Liam told him. He explained how he’d first overheard them from his tree, and how they’d met shortly afterward. “Madison’s a piece of work, a real barrel of laughs.”
“Is she hot?”
Liam paused, pursing his lips. “Yeah, she’s hot. If you took away the dark glasses and wiped the scowl off her face, she’d be something. She’s way out of your league, though, so don’t even think about it.”
“But she’d fall for you, is that it?” came Ant’s sneering retort. “You in your cheap shack on the cheap side of the lake?”
Grinning, Liam got up and started pacing around the deck. “I may not live in a mansion and have tons of money like you, but I have my good looks and charm, something even your mom and dad can’t buy you.”
“You penniless loser,” Ant said.
“You rich, obnoxious moron.” After Ant got through laughing, Liam halted by the steps and told him about the question Madison had asked.
“She asked where what was?” Ant exclaimed.
“The cemetery.”
“The cemetery?”
Frowning, Liam considered and started pacing again. “Or a cemetery. I can’t remember if she was specific about which one. She seems pretty morbid—”
He froze, suddenly aware he was being watched.
“Buddy?” his friend asked, his voice suddenly seeming far away. “Are you still there?”
“Uh, gotta go,” Liam said in a strangled voice. He hung up and stood there with his phone gripped in his trembling hand. Finally, he turned around. “Hi.”
Madison stood on the deck by the kitchen door, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, standing there behind him as if she’d been there all along. He must have walked right by her on his way out. Instead of announcing herself, she’d waited in silence, listening while he had an entire conversation with Ant. About her.
“Hi,” she said coolly.
She was still chewing gum, maybe the same piece for all Liam knew. Her gaze was hidden behind those unrelenting dark glasses. With her jaw moving, her eyes masked, and her brow hidden behind black hair, it was impossible to tell what kind of mood she was in right now.
“So . . .” Liam said.
“So.”
She’s like a parrot, he thought, suddenly annoyed. How dare she eavesdrop? How dare she be so creepy-weird, and then stand there repeating everything he said? “So how’s it going?”
“I came to ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
She stared at him a while longer, chewing her gum, leaning against the doorpost. Then she straightened up, moved closer, and peered down her nose at him. He squinted back, trying to penetrate her shades.
“Is the cemetery near here?”
“Uh . . . yeah. There’s a few. Why?”
Madison started to blow a bubble. The pink gum swelled quickly, and Liam couldn’t help staring at it. When it collapsed, she let it hang on her chin for a moment, then pulled it back inside her mouth and resumed chewing. “I like cemeteries,” she said at last. “So can you show me?”
Liam shrugged. “I guess. Which one?”
“The nearest.”
“When do you want to go?”
“Now.”
Her shades reflected Liam’s own face back at him—twice. “Can you take those off?” he said. “It’s like talking to a mirror.”
She chewed some more, then tilted her head forward and took the dark glasses off. When she lifted her head and pushed her hair back out of the way, he saw pretty green eyes lined rather heavily, but precisely, with black eyeliner that extended into neat curly points at the corners of her eyes. He couldn’t help staring.
“Take a picture,” she murmured with a frown.
“Sorry. It’s just . . .” He gestured vaguely. “That’s cool.”
Her brow smoothed out a little, and she gave a slight nod. “So what are we waiting for? Is it far?”
“The cemetery? It’s about a mile from here. Left out of the drive, turn right at the end of the lane, and it’s on the right off the main road. Or we could take a shortcut through the woods. There’s a path that—”
“Just show me, okay?”
“Right. Uh, wait here a second.”
Liam dashed inside. His parents were lounging in the living room. He took a breath and ambled into view. “The neighbor wants to see around the place,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve got nothing else to do, so . . .”
His dad stood, squinting to see out onto the deck. “Oh, is Madison outside?” He winked and lowered his voice. “Play it cool, son. Don’t be swayed by her beauty. Just—”
“Dad! It’s not like that. I don’t even like her much. I’m just trying to be polite, you know? She’s not my type.”
Both his parents laughed. “Okay, son,” his dad said. “Where are you going, anyway? Taking her down to the lake? Maybe you should wait until this evening when there’s a nice sunset. That’d be more romantic, if you get my drift.”
“Oh, yes, that would be lovely,” his mom said, clasping her hands together and fluttering her eyelids.
Liam turned away. “Bye.”
He ignored the titters and guffaws and headed back outside. Madison pushed herself off the doorpost and trailed after him down the steps and onto the lawn. “Do you have to tell your parents every time you go out?”
He scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t have to. I was just checking they didn’t need me for anything.”
She smiled for the first time, and it lit up her face. “I’m kidding. You should tell your parents if you’re going out. You’re only eleven, right?”
“Twelve,” Liam protested a little too loudly.
They headed out into the lane and turned left. Liam jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Lake’s that way. I have a boat there.”
“You have a boat?”
He felt a swell of pride at her interest. She actually sounded impressed. “It was my granddad’s. That’s his house we live in now. He owned it and a small piece of land on the edge of the lake. He took me out in his boat at least twice a month when we came to visit.” He paused, an image of his smiling old grandfather coming easily to mind. “Not so much toward the end, though. He got ill and died a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
Liam nodded. “Anyway, it’s just a small boat, nothing major, but it’s pretty neat.”
“I’d like to go out in it sometime,” she said.
He glanced sideways at her. “Really?”
“Why are you so surprised? Do I look like someone who doesn’t like boats?”
“No, I just thought you’d rather hang out with your friends. And your boyfriend,” he added.
A faint smile touched her lips. “We just moved into the area. I didn’t bring any friends with me. Honestly, I didn’t have many to bring in the first place. Jenny’s my best friend, and we’re going to keep in touch, but I won’t miss my old school. What’s Brockridge High like?”
“It’s okay. Brockridge Middle is, anyway. I don’t know about High.”
“Right. Because you’re only twelve.”
She grinned, and since there was no sign of any scorn, he decided he was okay with her teasing him. She really seemed quite nice, not half as grouchy and aloof as she’d first appeared.
He wanted to press her about her boyfriend. Did she have one? Not that it mattered; she obviously wasn’t interested in someone Liam’s age. Still, he would hate for some football jock to show up from time to time, charming her and scoffing at the wimpy neighbor kid in front of her. It would be better if she were unattached. But he didn’t want to ask her outright and appear too interested.
“This way,” he said, veering to the right-hand side of the lane and pointing out a narrow footpath that cut through the woods. He took that path and forged ahead, knowing it intersected another a bit farther on and that he needed to take a left there. “Why are you so interested in cemeteries, anyway?”
“Not all of them,” she said, lagging behind. “Just one in particular.”
Liam slowed a little so she could catch up. “The one we’re going to?”
“I have no idea. I guess I’ll find out when we get there.”
Her answer mystified Liam so much that he said nothing for a full minute. He found the fork and turned left. Bright light filtered through the trees ahead.
“Why just one cemetery in particular?” he said at last. “What are you looking for?”
When Madison didn’t reply, he glanced back over his shoulder. Her head was down as she navigated the meandering, bumpy path. In her hands she held a crumpled scrap of paper.
“What’s that?” Liam asked, slowing to look.
She smoothly folded it and stuffed it into a tiny pocket in her miniskirt. “Just some notes,” she said, smiling at him.
He appreciated the fact that she hadn’t put her dark glasses back on since he’d asked her to remove them. They hung from the neck of her T-shirt. Either she didn’t really care about wearing them or she was honoring his request. Still, even though he could gaze into her clear green eyes, she was just as unfathomable as before, her smile pleasant but enigmatic.
“Well, I’m not interested anyway,” Liam said, moving on again. “Probably a love letter from your boyfriend, right?”
He mentally patted himself on the back for bringing up the topic so nonchalantly. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said, and he quietly whooped. “Are you available?”
He stopped dead and swung around. “What?”
She slowed to a halt in front of him and, mere inches from his face, gazed at him with wide eyes. “I asked if you were available. To be my boyfriend.”
“Me? I mean . . . What? Are you—when you say—”
She laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Relax. I’m kidding. Sorry. I just thought it was funny how you so innocently asked me about my boyfriend for the millionth time.”
“I did not!” He shrugged and scratched at his nose. “Well, I asked, but only once, maybe twice. I was just interested, that’s all.”
“I know, I know.” She gave him a gentle shove, indicating that he lead the way. “I’m just messing with you. Is the cemetery ahead?”
“Yes!” he said with a little too much relief in his voice. “Yeah, that’s it.”
It was a sorry-looking place, overgrown and forlorn, the headstones lopsided. Black iron railings surrounded it, the points on top clearly suggesting that passersby walk around rather than leap over. A decrepit church stood nearby, the ugly grey siding dark with green mildew. The muffled sound of a passing car reminded Liam that the church stood just off the main road.
“The way in’s over here,” Liam said, leading Madison around to the right. Though padlocked, the gate leaned inward because its top hinge had popped off, providing an inverted triangular gap to climb through.
Without a pause, Madison hoisted herself up and through the gap. She was on the other side in seconds.
“Coming?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Liam nodded and clambered through the gap, feeling the gate sag a little farther as it strained against its remaining hinge. “So what are we looking for?”
Madison stared at him for a long time, and Liam began to shuffle his feet. Finally she dug into the pocket of her miniskirt and pulled out the folded scrap of paper. “It’s a bit like a treasure hunt only so much more,” she whispered. “Are you in?”
Chapter 3
Liam stood perfectly still as Madison nudged up alongside him and unfolded the paper. She was a few inches taller even with her flat shoes.
“See?” she said, pointing to the large handwriting. “It says here we need to look for a headstone belonging to Judith E. Chambers.”
“Who’s she?”
“I have no idea, and it doesn’t matter. We just need to find that headstone. If it’s here. This might not be the right cemetery. But it probably is.”
Liam frowned at her. “Why?”
“Because it’s close. It’s always close.”
“What’s always close? What are you talking about?”
She smiled and shoved the paper into his hands. “I’m going to look around. You can too, if you like.”
She left him standing there and headed off, glancing at every headstone she passed, sometimes pausing to brush away dirt or long grass. Liam watched her for a while, both mystified and thrilled. Was she crazy? If so, she seemed harmless enough—at the moment, anyway. As long as she didn’t start digging up dead bodies, Liam was happy to help her with her treasure hunt.
First he studied the scrap of paper. It was an ordinary notepad-sized sheet with spiral binding across the top, faintly lined. The large handwriting, written in pencil, read:
2:11 AM. Cemetery. Judith E. Chambers.
Liam stared and stared. Okay, so the message was pretty clear and explained why Madison was poking around each and every headstone. What puzzled him wasn’t so much the meaning of the message but the source of it. “Where did this come from?” he called to her. “Who wrote it?”
She had disappeared, and her voice came back muffled. “Me.” She straightened up from behind a clump of bushes over a grave. “That’s what I do. I write myself weird notes while I’m asleep. I wrote this one last night and discovered it this morning. At first I kicked up a fuss about moving house today. I just wanted to go hunting around all the local cemeteries. But then I figured that maybe the cemetery is here somewhere, near my new home.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
She sighed and moved on to the next grave. “My subconscious knew I was moving. It would have taken that into account. It knew I’d be here in Brockridge today, so this message must be about a cemetery in Brockridge.”
Liam watched her drop to her knees to brush some dirt from a headstone. He stared again at the message. “But it says 2:11 AM. What’s that about?”
“That’s when it’s going to happen,” she said.
“When what’s going to happen?”
She pursed her lips. “The event.”
Sighing, Liam began trudging toward her, taking a different route to hers and glancing at the headstones as he went. “I guess you’ll tell me what the ‘event’ is in your own good time. But the note says 2:11 AM. It doesn’t say what day. It might have happened already.”
Madison shook her head as she climbed to her feet and edged sideways, peering all around. “I never specify days, only times. If I said 2:11 AM, that means the next time it’s 2:11 AM.”
“Yeah, but you said you wrote this in your sleep last night. What if you wrote it at 2:00 AM and this thing happened eleven minutes later? You might have missed it already.”
Again, Madison shook her head. “Good thinking, but my subconscious takes that into account too. It wouldn’t let me miss it. It meant 2:11 AM the next night, which is tonight.”
Liam stopped dead when he spotted the name Judith on a headstone he was passing at that moment. He stepped closer and pushed aside the weeds. Sucking in a breath, he let out a strangled cry. “She’s here. Judith E. Chambers, 1896-1975. She’s right here!”
Madison came running. She pushed him out of the way and dropped to her knees in front of the headstone. Grinning broadly, she pointed at it and looked up at Liam. “See? I told you.”
As she climbed to her feet and brushed her knees down, Liam looked again at the sheet of paper. “So now what?”
“Now nothing. I’ll come back at 2:11 and watch the event.” She tilted her head. “You can come too, if you like. Think you can slip out of the house?”
“At 2:11?”
“Well, before that. We need to be here at 2:11, so we’ll leave around 1:45, maybe? That’ll give us plenty of time. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
She led the way over the lopsided gate and back along the path. Liam followed, still clutching the sheet of lined paper. “Why are you letting me in on this?” he asked, unable to keep the suspicion from his voice.
She looked over her shoulder at him as she walked. “What do you mean?”
“If this is some kind of treasure hunt, why are you telling me about it? You don’t even know me.”
It was a moment before she answered. “I have my reasons.”
Liam sighed. “Yeah, whatever. Can Ant come, then? Just in case you’re a psycho maniac who kills people in cemeteries at night?”
“Is Ant a dog?”
“What? No, he’s my best friend.”
“And you’re prepared to put him in danger? If I’m a psycho maniac, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill him too?”
This caused Liam to falter, and he had to hurry to catch her up again. “You can’t kill us both at the same time, so maybe you won’t risk it at all,” he reasoned. “Are you a psycho maniac?”
She laughed. “No. And if it’ll make you feel better, I promise not to bring any weapons tonight.”
“How do you know I’m not a psycho maniac?” Liam countered.
“I just know,” she murmured.
The way she said it made Liam think she knew something she wasn’t telling him, but she changed the subject before he could question her further.
“What kind of name is Ant? Does he look like a bug?”
“Anthony Carmichael,” Liam said. “Ant for short. He lives over in the rich part of town.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s rich.”
Madison glanced back at him and made a face. “Is he snobby?”
“Not at all. He’s really cool. He hates being rich. He gets a ride to school in a limousine, but he makes Barton, the driver, stop around the corner out of sight. Ant’s just like any other guy. He just happens to have rich parents.”
An overhanging branch caught the top of Madison’s head, and she faltered a moment while she freed herself. She pulled at her long black hair and brushed leaves loose, then hurried on along the path. “I guess,” she said at last. “I’m not waiting around for you guys, though. I’ll be here at 2:11 AM no matter what.”
“For the event,” Liam muttered.
“Exactly.”
“And the event is what, again?”
She stopped and swung around. Her eyes were big and wide as she clamped her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him. She was so close he could smell her minty breath.
“I can’t explain,” she whispered. “And if I tried, you’d think I was crazy. You just have to see it.”
* * *
“So is she crazy?” Ant asked.
Liam pressed the phone closer to his ear and started pacing up and down the deck. “She’s something. But she’s interesting and seems harmless, so I’m going tonight.”
There was a long pause. “Wait a minute,” Ant said. “She’s interesting? That’s what you said about Tamika Dunn. You said she was interesting when you really meant you were in love.”
“Madison’s my neighbor,” Liam said, scowling into the phone.
Ant laughed. “So what? That’s no reason to deny you have a huge crush on her.”
“Just quit. I don’t want things being . . . awkward. All right? Just lay off when she’s around.”
“Oh, man, you’re funny. Are all poor people like you? Afraid to express your feelings?”
“Are you coming tonight or not?”
Ant sighed. “It all sounds hokey to me. But I don’t want you being the victim of a crazy knife-wielding chick, so yeah, I’ll come.”
“Be here at 1:30 then.”
When Liam hung up, he wandered to the end of the deck and peered across the lawn at the neighboring house. Madison was probably in one of the upstairs bedrooms, unpacking and putting her stuff in order. A small child’s yell reminded him that five-year-old Cody lived there too. That kid had a lot of toys. When they’d unloaded the truck earlier that afternoon, Liam had personally carried several boxes with his name on them.
He checked the time on his phone. It was still early evening, but he knew time would pass quickly once they’d eaten dinner and watched a couple of TV shows. He would set his alarm for 1:00 AM, crawl out of bed, get dressed, and sneak outside.
Walking back from the cemetery, he and Madison had chatted about this and that—what movies they liked, favorite books, and so on. Their tastes weren’t a million miles apart. She loved anything to do with vampires and Gothic-style urban fantasy, and he was heavily into science fiction. He found her surprisingly easy to get along with. She listened to him and seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. Either she was trying hard to get along with her neighbor or she was just a really nice person.
In a funny way, he found himself a little regretful about asking Ant to join them. It would be like sharing her . . .
He scoffed at himself. Sharing her? He needed to get a grip. She was fifteen, three years older and way cooler. The last thing he wanted was any awkwardness between them. He could see it now—the beautiful young woman politely rejecting the silly kid with a crush. Any ridiculous notions that she might be interested in him were best eradicated right now.
Having resolved his temporary confusion, he set his mind on the night ahead. What was this ‘event’ she kept harping about? He couldn’t imagine. It was probably something wholly underwhelming, something she thought was neat but anybody else might be indifferent about. Maybe a shooting star or something—though what a particular grave in a particular cemetery had to do with it was anybody’s guess. Whatever the ‘event’ was, Liam would fake interest if he had to.
As long as he wasn’t on the receiving end of a joke.
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