"Yeah, well, us fuckin' freaks tend to find each other," I agreed with a smirk. The year I met Wendy, she was the only person who'd willingly spoken to me in weeks, for a reason other than giving me shit. I'd made myself as vile and unapproachable as possible, but she wouldn't be deterred.

"I dunno. Some shit, you're better off not carrying on your own."