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focus on a small crack in the paint.
β my mom insisted I come here.. and get this cleaned up .β heβd add, watching on as vickie knelt before him, seemingly calm and focused.
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the room smelt like antiseptic and dust, wsqk the squawk humming faintly in the background. the byers boy sat at the edge of the bed, attempting to not look down at the gash along his forearm. he placed

















