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There’s something different, special about Jameson. I always knew it, could always seeit – and I could see he saw somethin’ in me, too. What, I’m notsure, but somethin’. Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t waste all of histime with me.
Must’a been when we wereabout sixteen or so when I realized I wasn’t 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, he’s 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 I’mlookin’ at him, laughin’ 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.