"sorry," noah muttered, letting the red and yellow pieces clatter onto the table. he sat down in the chair next to hers.
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Short Storyshe was different. she was strange. but all she needed was a friend. #566 in short story ~ 10/13/2017
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"sorry," noah muttered, letting the red and yellow pieces clatter onto the table. he sat down in the chair next to hers.
