"Um, because I don't really have anywhere else to go?" Bart sounded unsure of himself, which he found frustrating. "Besides, I'm sixteen again, Ciss. I can't own my own place." He shrugged. "As for the rest of it, well... No, I don't really want to talk about it. Not now, anyway. I don't think I can, without dissolving into inappropriate hysterics."
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