"Kmae, where have you been?"
It was Richie. He was standing right behind me.
I spun around, seeing eye-to-eye with him.
"I, uh," I studdered, "I went to pick up my, uh, clothes."
"So," he rubbed his chin, "you are going on tour?"
I nodded.
"What changed your mind?" he questioned.
I was hesitant to say anything. "I decided that it would be best for me," I swallowed, "to put my differences behind me."
He looked at me, and finally looked down. I could see him pondering and thinking about what I said.
"You're right," he whispered.
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