FAKE // NATEWANTSTOBATTLE
ItsSepticeyeSam
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- Votos 57
- Partes 14
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"Hello, Nate. How are you today?" He asked in an overly nice tone.
"Good." I replied, my voice stabilizing itself. Michael looked me over, examining me for a moment.
"Nice bruise." He ran his fingers across my cheekbone where a faded bruise still stained my skin a light purple. "I think it's about time we had some around your neck."
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I growled, pressing pencil to paper and pressing on my temple with my palm. The thudding pain fought against the pressure from my palm. I snarled at the algebra homework as I tossed it onto my bedside table, growling curses against my headache and the offending textbook.
"Out of all the things that could be endless, it had to be fucking numbers." I muttered to myself
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THIS BOOK WAS PREMATURELY ENDED DUE TO LACK OF INSPIRATION.
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