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"Was…was there anything else?" I stammered.
He shook his head. "No. You probably need some primary sources, but we don't have any
here.”
"Primary what?”
He scoffed, a smile breaking over his face. "Do you do anything but pass notes? We just talked
about them the other day in Andrews' class. They're books from the actual time period you want
to study. Secondary ones are written by people living today. You'll get better information if you
find something written by the guy himself. Or someone who actually knew him.”
"Huh. Okay. What are you, like, a boy genius now?”
Mason gave me a light punch in the arm. "I pay attention, that's all. You're so oblivious. You
miss all sorts of things." He smiled nervously. "And look…I really am sorry about what I said. I
was just—”
Jealous, I realized. I could see it in his eyes. How had I never noticed this before? He was crazy
about me. I guess I really was oblivious.
"It's all right, Mase. Forget about it." I smiled. "And thanks for looking that stuff up.”
He smiled back, and I went inside, sad that I didn't feel the same way about him.