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sixteen.

Luke sat at Ashton's grave.

He smiled a little.

So the boy, his name is Michael, he isn't that bad actually. He has fun stories from when he was a kid and let me borrow his sweatshirt. I thought he was going to be a bad person. I'm sorry I grew on him, though. I knew I promised you I wouldn't. But he is here, and well, you're not.