[It's a gunshot - no - a backfiring engine on a red mustang - no - a skateboard, cracking in half - no - snapping bones, one right after the other, over and over and over and over.
[And he still hears the whispers. Yes, he's still tired, but he's standing up straighter, glaring at Caitlyn. There's something wild about his eyes, two dark gray tornadoes.]
I don't even consider the people related to me to be my family.
[He sounds like he could spit. The number doesn't change.]
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[And he still hears the whispers. Yes, he's still tired, but he's standing up straighter, glaring at Caitlyn. There's something wild about his eyes, two dark gray tornadoes.]
I don't even consider the people related to me to be my family.
[He sounds like he could spit. The number doesn't change.]