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now?” I asked.

“Now I know how much it costs,” he said quietly.

Trevor stared at the floor.

“I lost the semester.”

I said nothing.

He continued.

“I’m back this spring. Part-time. Working nights at a warehouse in Hillsboro.”

His mouth twitched like he hated admitting any of it.

Justin let out a breath through his nose.

“I’m at a tire place now. Full-time. It continue reading …