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"You're Luke, right?"
He ignored her, hands in his pockets as he kept walking down the corridor.
"Hey, kid, c'mon!" She exclaimed prior to her exasperated groan. He sighed, hesitantly turning to face her. He gave her no answer.
She grinned, moving closer.

He frowned, stepping back hastily.

"Hey, hey," she whispered as if he was a fragile creature, "It's okay, nothing's gonna happen."

The boy gulped, turning and rushing off away from her as he ran to catch the bus to the orphanage.

She left him alone for the rest of his first week.

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