So where am I? Right, crazy-ass hippies, boarding school, friends, dumb name, The Promise. Oh God, The Promise. I don't even want to talk about The Promise right now, to be frank. I'll just say that The Promise was broken three times during our last year at Hamilton, and with each break, our group, too, became a little more fractured. We all wanted to blame someone, so we blamed each other. And Max. Mostly Max. Max and his stupid 'promise' rule.
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