Falling Into Something Real (Frerard)
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"What the hell?!" the stranger said between breaths. When Frank didn't answer, the guy calmed himself down and brushed the hair out of his face. "What were you thinking?" His voice was laced with concern. Frank shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to respond. Why did this guy care so much? Why didn't he just let him jump off the bridge?
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