this morning #1589.
this morning, even though i’d concluded it’d be a good idea to keep my mouth shut about finding my friend’s buried gun, i still couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. ever since we were little kids, we’d never kept secrets from each other. i thought that was the case, at least. now we each had one secret that i knew of. actually, between last night’s excavation & the item i’d placed in the ground yesterday, i’ve got two. i guess it was pretty naive of me to believe that we don’t all have secrets. i mean, that’s really what this whole ceremony he cooked up is about, right? we each buried some sort of secret & assumed that’d be the end of it. i bet the gun’s just the tip of the iceberg for him.