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Memories. Good or bad. They are memories. And you either hate them. Or love them. But each memory does something to you. Changes you for better or worse. All depends.

For me. Ty. A boy who was in love with a boy named Adam. Well I never said it to him. And he never said it to me. I didn't complain. But I did about other things.

His mom. And how he lived. And that killed me. And it made everything worse. I never kept my mouth shut.

"Ty tell me"Ross asked. We were in my room. And something happened.

"Why. Doesn't the whole school know"I asked. Ross nodded. "Yeah. But I was sick. And Max won't tell me. And Adam won't talk to anyone "he said.

"Fine. "I said. "Ok. Start from the beginning "he asked. "The start of the memory "I asked. He nodded.

"Ok. Well. It all started when I couldn't keep my mouth shut"I said.

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