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Cass sat at the kitchen table, rubbing the underside of his belly. "Well, for starters, I sorta hate his guts," he mumbled with a shrug. "He's always been better than me, and makes sure I know it, too. Better grades, better colleges, better relationships, better looks. He was valedictorian at our high school, which I everyone always thought I was equally smart and would do the same. That's just one instance."