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What He Deserved
The next day at school, Brice sat by me in art class, but it was clear he’d gotten into a bit of a tiff the night before. He had claw marks on his neck and a big bruise on his face. I stared at him for a moment, and he gave me that cocky smile. I guessed he still hadn’t learned his lesson then.
Mrs. Flynn gave us time to work on our drawing again, which I appre
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