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Date: 2015-05-23 01:43 pm (UTC)Sparkle was a brat. That wasn't even in question.
"Lewis is the guy," he confirmed. "The one who owns the house. The one taking in all the fucked-up teens in the first place."
And there was something about him from last weekend that was trying to chew on the back of Sparkle's brain, but he couldn't quite remember. So he shrugged, and decided to just let it go, instead. It would drive him crazy, otherwise.