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I stare at him blankly for a few seconds. He meets my gaze.

"You stop cooties," I repeat for the record.

"I stop cooties," he confirms.

"Annnnd do your parents know you're doing this?"

"Nope."

"Well, what if I were to go find them and tell them?"

"That'd be a tough trick to pull off," he says cooly.

"Why's that?"

"They're dead," he states matter of factly.

I'm struck silent by this information. My mouth hangs open for a sec. Then I shut it tight. Lick my lips. I eventually say: "Seriously?"

To which he nods.

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