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Caelen Armino wanted to thank Adrianna Novak the next day at school.
He wanted to tell her she'd made him feel cared for.
But when he saw her, with her neverending group of friends, he stopped himself.
He touched the stitches he'd gotten last night and smiled to himself. A memory from last night that would stay with him forever.
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Adrianna Novak wanted to check on Caelen Armino the next day at school.
She wanted to make sure he had been cared for.
But when she saw him, alone at his locker and smiling, she stopped herself.
Inside her bag, she touched his bloodied wife beater and frowned to herself. Maybe she'd never be able to return it.
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Armino (Previously: Fighter) (✓)
Short StoryA R M I N O She was the epitome of perfection. Blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that never ended and an impeccable fashion taste. He was the epitome of affliction. Jet black hair, damaged eyes, ink marring his body and a passion to fight. Yet, she...
