Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates
“I’ll finally get to sleep with noise-canceling headphones. Your ghost will probably monologue less than the real you.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then stopped. My name echoed again, firmer this time.
Matt gave me a shove. “Go, dumbass.”
“I’m going, I’m going,” I muttered, shaking them off. “But if I explode into a puff of mystical energy or get dragged into some ancient memory swamp, I expect flowers at my funeral.”
“You’re getting a six-pack and a meme slideshow,” Colby called after me.
I looked back. “Make it a good playlist at least.”
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