ross

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ross

“it’s nothing, stop bugging me about it.” ross said, moving your hand away from the bandage on his cheek. for the past few weeks, ross had been coming to school with bruises and bandages. you were childhood friends, so why wasn’t he confiding in you? before you could say anything else, he began to walk away, so you grabbed his hand to stop him. “just stop worrying for me..” he said, not bothering to turn back to you.

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