Chapter 5
So he kept his mouth shut, and kept his thoughts locked up in the quiet of his own mind, where no one else would be able to hear them. He even went so far as to make a pact with himself—he wouldn’t consider himself old until he pulled his socks up to his knees and wore them with shorts and sandals. Out in public. And yelled at kids on his lawn.
Note to self: let Abby play in the grass whenever she wants,he added silently,for as long as she wants. Tell her to bring over her friends.
If it was true what they said about kids keeping a person young, then Preston had nothing to worry about. The way Abby kept him on his toes, he’d never die.
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