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“Now, do you know if Khalil sold narcotics?” Pause.
My tears stop.
For real, my eyes get dry with the quickness. Before I can say anything, my mom goes, “What does that have to do with anything?” “It’s only a question,” Gomez says.
“Do you, Starr?” All the sympathy, the smiles, the understanding. This chick was baiting me. Investigating or justifying?