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Bryce was up, shutting the bathroom door and sitting on the end of his bed.

Before I could say anything, Bryce had spoken first. "Ali, You were right for screaming at me for that. Your wrong for not knowing why we left him." Bryce said.

I sat beside him at the end of bed and kissed his neck as I rubbed his broken and bloodly rib softly.

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