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They all looked at me, as if wondering what was wrong with me.Me: You lied to me, and no one had the courage to come and apologize again!Dad: Lied about what?Me: About what Colin did to me!Dad: I don't know what you're talking about.Sébas (shaking his head): Stop it, Dad. Mira told him everything the other day. We're not going to keep pretending we didn't know.Fred (a little ashamed): I'm sorry, Dylane. You're right. But we didn't want to hurt you.Sébas (totally insensitive): And you weren't with me anymore, anywayDad: And I don't understand your stories about being young.Will: I would have told you, but Fred didn't want to.Fred: Hey! Don't blame me. We had all agreed to keep quiet. I don't think the rest of the dinner is of much interest to you, dear diary. Just know that I have just drawn a line under the story between Colin and me.
