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Chapter 50: Why the Long Face, Charlie?
Weston
I don’t like Carter or Carson, whatever his name is. He betrayed my friends/brothers, so many times in the past. They all forgive him. I don’t get it.
He framed Arson, which came out tonight when he lost a round of the Circle of Death. Lachlan told me about the time he left Ransom to get caught smoking weed after school underneath the bleachers of the football field when they had both been there and Carter warned Ransom but didn’t. Jase got charged with assault when Carter lead the teacher straight to him, pounding the kid who was talking about doing some depraved things to girls and what he was planning to do to our girl. Then there is Lachlan who got a beating from his mom when Carter sent a photo of him and Ransom kissing Carley. He had thrown every single one of them under the bus at one point or another, and yet he left such a large hole within the group at his passing.
They shouldn’t be hugging him and smiling at him as they reco
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