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Dr. Clark laughed again, but my smile faltered.

My best friends.Theyusedto be. I sat down at my desk and stared at the cryptic invitation that they’d sent me. When I got back to New York, I knew what I wanted to do. Mend my friendships. They wanted to meet up at a bar like we always used to. It was time to move forward from everything that happened. It was time to bury the hatchet, like Ian had said.

“Keep going, James. Rememberingallthe details for me this time, please.”

“You said to pick a great memory. I’m just giving you what you wanted.”

“But even the best memories have something that maybe wasn’t perfect.”

“I mean…we probably should have been arrested.”

Dr. Clark sighed. “I’m more concerned about your feelings. Really think for me. Really immerse yourself into your sophomore year. What you were feeling. Wanting. Needing.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“That’s all I’m asking. Try to stay focused on what we’re trying to discuss.”

I took a deep breath. Dr. Clark was right. This night had started off amazing. But I was pretty sure it didn’t end that way…

Chapter 33

Friday

A million years ago again

Rob jumped into a small fountain to escape Mason’s flailing sword.

“What are you two jackasses doing?!” I jumped into the fountain and stepped between them so they couldn’t reach each other.

“He said I had a baby penis,” Mason said. “Does this look like a baby penis to you?” He gestured to his definitely-way-above-average-sized dick.

“Yes,” Rob said. “Compared to mine.”

Mason lunged for him.

I put my hands on their chests and shoved them back. “Stop it. Come on. Can’t we all just be happy that we all have huge dicks?”

“I just want everyone to acknowledge that I’m packing a freaking elephant trunk,” Rob said.

Matt belly flopped into the fountain, splashing all of us, and just missing hitting his head on the stone side.

And then somehow the great penis size debate had ended and we all started running around and splashing in the water even though it was fucking freezing.

Mason grabbed both sides of Rob’s face. “Bloink!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I laughed. “Wait, Mason! We have to show them Tanner fountain.”

“What the hell is a Tanner fountain?” Rob asked.

“It’s pretty cool. It’s all misty, especially on cold nights like this.” I started climbing out of the lame little fountain, but Rob caught my arm to stop me.

“I’m not going to Tanner fountain,” he said.

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just got this weird déjà vu or something. I don’t…I don’t like that name.”

“What name?”

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