“They lied when they told you that,” I sigh, “but not because it’s not true.”
“What do you mean, ‘Not because it’s not true’?” he demands.
“If you saw me punch a guy, would you assume I was just a violent maniac?”
“I’d question you.”
“Yeah, but think, you know me, I hope. You’ve known me for three years now. You know that if I hit a guy, there would be a reason.”
His brow furrows. I can see him panting, the hurt and anger making his face red.
“I can’t say why I did it. It’s not my secret.”
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