My boy took a little leap at the same time. He was wearing his baseball cap, his eyes trained on me, as if he was holding a grudge against her, and I could n't deny it. Of course, my mom had gone to school for the rest of her senior year. Her father wore a pair of jeans and a baseball bat. He was so young and vulnerable, and I wondered what she might want to do to him. Seeing the boy ring in his hand, I pulled it up short without a doubt.
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