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“That’s terrible!” I shouldn’t have laughed at young Night and his arachnophobia, but the way he told it, I couldn’t help the giggles. It was no wonder that he and Dom were so close. They’d grown up attached at the hip. “I’m sure you’re not still terrified of the creepy crawlies,” I said. “How did you get over your fear?”

“That’s the worst part. Dom’s torture did help me…kind of. I knew the only way to get him to stop was if I stopped reacting to it. At first, I pretended I wasn’t afraid of them anymore, but at some point, the fear actually disappeared. And then he found other ways to fuck with me.”

“I guess it all worked out for the better, then.” I rolled onto my back and looked up at the white ceiling. “When I was growing up, my mom was my number-one fan. She was always supportive of me and told me I could do and be anything I wanted…but the one thing she couldn’t support was my dream of being a singer. Apparently, whenever I opened my mouth to sing, I yowled like a cat being elect