It was six of us, heading over to Quayshawn’s house. I picked everyone up in my minivan and we parked alongside his yard at around 11:00 pm. There was a keen sense of urgency—we felt that we needed to speak to him now, that it couldn’t wait to the morning, because he had been saying some pretty concerning stuff. I asked him if we could all come over and he seemed cool with it.
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