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Dylan looked down. If she left, they probably wouldn't see each other anymore and he couldn't afford moving stables too. "Yeah... your right..." he agreed resentfully. |
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That night, she had Dylan texting her. 'Hey. You alright?' she texted. |
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Dylan Montgomery - -Yeah, fine- he lied. |
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'I upset you, didn't I?' she texted |
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Dylan Montgomery - -I told you, I'm fine,- |
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She looked at the text, and read it, but she couldn't think of an answer. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan put his phone down and ran a hand over his face. |
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She put her phone down, and laid down. She just closed her eyes, a few tears sliding down her face. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan closed his eyes and just lay still. He didn't know what to do now. |
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When she was in the bathroom, after brushing her teeth, she looked at herself in the mirror, and then to the scars littering her arms (old ones, not new). Silently, without another word, she walked out of the house, and just walked around. It was pouring rain outside, but she didn't care. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
