On the eighth day, he saw my cuts.
"How did you get those?"
He sounded so concerned, my stomach churned.
"I've been fighting someone." I avoided his eyes, turning and walking down the clothing aisle.
"What? Who?!" He was right at my heels, alarmed at the idea of me being in any possible danger.
"Myself."
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Good Enough - Luke Hemmings
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