Deux

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Luke was a sophomore and attended my school. He didn't wear a dress but skinny jeans and a loose t-shirt. He carried around a white daisy in his hand and got weird looks from all the kids.

One of the druggies immediately took a liking to him, his name was Calum and he turned on his charm for Luke. After a week of him hanging out with Calum they were making out on the lockers. Mr. Bates never said anything about it, and stopped tutoring me after school. Once when I was in my room I heard Mr. Bates call Luke a whore.

The towns attention turned to Luke and they agreed with Mr. Bates. Luke was a whore.

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Luke leaves his window open for Calum. When He does come over Luke wears dresses and dances for him. But when Calum isn't there soft songs that always have a sad voice in fill the air and slowly make there way to me. On nights Calum can't make it to Luke, there's always a different guy.

They would always leave at noon and came out fixing their clothes.

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On some nights Luke crawls through his window and down to the wet grass. On these nights there would always be someone waiting for him. They would be people from out of town, they were from the city. They came in motorcycles, fancy cars, and even trashed cars, but Luke always went with them.

Calum always ignored the purple bruises on Luke's pale skin the next day.

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