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luke feels tired. another day at work. friendly faces welcome him back. he almost feels attacked. lonely, even. luke stares at costumers from the counter. a dirty blonde haired boy enters. a bike helmet sat upon his head and a note rested in his shaky palm. what can i help you with? luke spat out his rehearsed greeting. ashton's eyes met his forehead as luke's hit the counter. the small boy slides his love the letter. luke refuses. he was angry. ashton sighs. i'm going crazy. luke chokes on ashton's words. he hands him a packet of pills. assumably. no. the boy cries. i don't need the pills. luke. i'm going crazy without you.

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