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isaiah

he came to school with black and blue flowering across his face. but he acted as if nothing was wrong.

he was just a little quiet.

a little distance.

"i just don't want to talk about it. don't worry." he would say.

so i didn't talk about it. it was okay. it would be okay. he was still there. he was still there holding my hand.

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