They will tromp through your back yard with flashlights at night, they will run their hands over the hood of your car, they will go home for dinner and eat pot roast and baby potatoes with smiling parents, they will scroll through the photos on your phone, they will scour for clues. They’ll solve your murder, they’ll find your killer. Everyone will congratulate them, everyone will tell them thank you, we always knew you could do it, your mother especially, taking their hands in hers, if only she’d known you, she’ll say, if only she’d known some boys like you.
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