Every other person in the world would have looked at it and thought, Max would hate this. It was girly. It was beautiful. It wasn't made of titanium and black leather with spikes on it. But it seemed exactly right, in a weird, heart-fluttery kind of way. And I really loved it.

It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.

We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.

Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other.

Home is wherever we all are together.

Total?" I called. He looked up alertly, then ran over to me, small pink tongue hanging out. Total?" I said when he was close. "Can you talk?" He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. "Yeah. So?" Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?

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