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I led the terrified senior through the moldy basement. He held on to my hand so tight I thought he would break my fingers. But it was nice to hold his hand. It was big and strong and masculine. Not like Nerd Boy's, whose tiny hand always felt squishy and smarmy.
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"Where are we going?" he whispered in a terrified voice. "I can't see a thing!"
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I could make out the shapes of massive chairs and sofas, covered with dusty white cloth, probably once belonging to the old woman who stared at the moon.
"I see some stairs," I said. "Just follow me."
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"I'm not going any further! Are you crazy?"
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"How about a full-length mirror?" I teased, peeking behind a cloth.
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"I'll take one of these empty boxes!"
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"That's no good. Your friends will kill you. You'll be a laughingstock the rest of your life. Believe me, I know how it is."