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did.”
    “No, I really didn’t. Carlos is a good guy,
and he’s lucky to have a friend like you.”
    I shake my head slowly, not ready to forgive
him just yet.
    “Carlos is right, you know. You do have this
armor around yourself. You should let people in more.”
    I turn and glare at him. “Why? All people
ever do is let me down or abandon me. Why should I let anyone in?
It’s not worth it.”
    “You let Carlos in.”
    “I let you in too. Look how well that worked
out.”
    He frowns and lowers his chin. It looks like
he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out the
words.
    “Do you really want to live that way?” he
asks finally.
    I shrug and turn back to Carlos. He finishes
the last chords and the room erupts into applause.
    He stands up and takes a quick bow. Before he
can step off the stage Bloomie Hottie stands and stops him, they
chat and Carlos busts out his million dollar smile. That poor
cashier is toast.
    I sigh. “I’m sorry too, Logan. I’m sure being
dead is very stressful. Look, I think I might know why you’re still
stuck here. Meet me at my house in an hour and we will talk
then.”
    “Where should I go in the mean time?” his
voice is tight, on the cusp of whiny. “Not that I’m having tons of
fun hanging here with you.”
    I glare at him for a second.
    “I can make a suggestion, but you’ll need a
handbasket.”

 
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