negativemindfeild
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- Parts 13
What do you know? Things do change.
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(Y/N) was just a 16 male who lived an abusive life, with abusive parents, (Y/N) couldn't talk to anyone about anything.
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On his way home (Y/N), saw a male hunched over next to a tree breathing heavily. (Y/N) walked over and poked his back lightly.
"Are you okay?"
The male stood up all the way and turned to (Y/N) looking down at him (in this story your short as fuck)
(Y/N) took in the taller males features, a black mouth guard and orange goggles hung around his neck. His brown eyes made him look stressed. Then (Y/N) noticed the huge gash in the side of his face.
"What are you..."
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"They call me Ticci Toby."