The boy approached, his hair falling in his eyes as he reached his long-fingered hands down to mine. "Hey, are you okay?" he queried, "I'm Tyler. You are?" I grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull me up, a flush coming to the surface of my cheeks. "I'm Leila," I responded. "Just Leila." "Well, 'Just Leila,'" Tyler began, "if you ever fall again, please don't hesitate to ask for my help."All Rights Reserved
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