familiar faces // ai
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" ashton ? " I asked the boy , knowing his name but it felt so unreal him being there.
" yep thats my name " he snapped at me , his voice sounded as if I annoyed him for asking a damn question and walked away . the look in his eyes made me wanna throw up , his eyes were full of hatred , he acted as if he wanted nothing to do with me and man I could feel my heart crack right down the middle .
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