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Thereās something different, special about Jameson. I always knew it, could always seeit ā and I could see he saw somethinā in me, too. What, Iām notsure, but somethinā. Otherwise, he probably wouldnāt waste all of histime with me.
Mustāa been when we wereabout sixteen or so when I realized I wasnāt gonna ever be able tolive a normal life without Jamie. He was the brain to my brawn, theperson who helped me out the most, looked passed all that other shitand saw to what was really underneath. Other than Mama, heās the onlyone who gave a damn to get through all that anger and violence. Hedug himself a spot down there, under all the hate, and I guess hejust never left.
Right now, while Iāmlookinā at him, laughinā with my brother and eating a sandwich withcar grease still staining his fingertips, I realize I guess I kind ofmust love him. Yeah. I definitely do. I love him.