Bandaids
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Last published Sun, Mar 27, 2016
He glances at my wrists before pulling a few multicolored crayon-shaped Bandaids out of his pocket. I can't help but laugh hoarsely.
"You just keep Bandaids in your pocket?" He looks around.
"I tend to hurt myself a lot." Then I notice the dark bruises and scratches on his arms.
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