What I want to know, Tom-Tom says, after I read out my stuff in class, is which one of these clowns is you?

Clowns? I squint up my eyes at him. Clowns are a touchy subject with Tom-Tom. I’m surprised he brought it up.

Okay, he says. Assholes.

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Who says any of these assholes is me? I ask Tom-Tom now.

Well, you sure as shit didn’t make it all up.

I did make it up, I say, because I want Holly to think that. Otherwise it’s all just stuff a guy told me, so why not be impressed with that guy instead of me?

No one could make this shit up, Tom-Tom says. It’s too ridiculous.