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But every time he laughed, two deep dimples peeked out from within his cheeks, and I couldn't help but stare at him.
"My last name is Santos. I got out of Juvenile Detention today. That's mostly it," he shrugged carelessly, and I frowned.
"What about your parents?" I asked, and he looked back at the sky.
"They died," he replied.
"Does that mean you live alone?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"I live with my aunt. It's cool, though," he replied, standing up and turning toward me. I stood up too, on the middle step, while he stood on the flat ground.
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