There had been this one time: Pete said, "Okay, okay," and sat down with Patrick in the back of the van, both of them with their legs crossed right at the edge and letting a breeze in through the open rear doors in the middle of everywherenowhere Pennsylvania on the way to Connecticut. Pete shook up the bottle of Martinell's, liquid sprayed out and
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