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The boy nodded. "It was my question, but not every question can or has to be answered."

"Well, regardless,"  she started, "I am telling you." She sucked in a breath.

"I'd always felt like a waste of space and air. Like I was useless, and that was that. My mother left me with my drunken father, and I didn't enjoy life after she left." She looked down. "The hospital found the bruises and cuts andtold the police to be aware of my living environment. I don't live there anymore. But, back to the point." She paused, wiping her eyes. "Everything in my world was crumbling apart, and of everything... all I wanted was a chance to talk to you."

The boy was surprised as he looked on at the girl beside him. He did not understand her. But he'd never have to.

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