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Micky's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"What?!" he demanded, throwing an accusing glance Michael's way. "But you said my mom—"

Michael stared down at the palms of his hands. "She'll be okay, Micky. You can call her, tell her you ran away. But others gotta think you're dead or else they'll come lookin' for ya."

"But what if she thinks I've gone and killed myself?! And when I come back—how'm I gonna explain that?! They'll think I'm a zombie!"

Michael hesitated. He was all too aware of Micky's suicidal tendencies, and that he might actually try killing himself, and he threw an uncertain glance Davy's way. Davy rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged.

Michael sighed and turned back to Micky.

Only to see Micky run out of the room.

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