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January 22, 2011
Itís not fair, he thinks, though heís not sure what ďitĒ is exactly. Everything. Nothing is fair. His life isnít fair. Specifics donít really matter at this point so much as the blue fire of his sudden, irrational anger, and he kicks the leg of Jamieís chair again, harder and more savagely this time, so that Jamie looks back again, though itís clearly a reflexive move and he turns right back around again. Billy could leave him alone, but that seems somehow worse than the torment. This way, at least, Jamie knows Billy exists.