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the room smelt like antiseptic and dust, wsqk the squawk humming faintly in the background. the byers boy sat at the edge of the bed, attempting to not look down at the gash along his forearm. he placed
will felt the shift in the air immediately when mike inched closer, that familiar warmth when the other filled his space. knuckles whitened as he gripped the canvas, focusing on mikeβs features. βyouβre so talented, will.β the words

















