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"Saving up to win the prize?" I ask, kind of wanting to test the waters, seeing if she’s still angry withlike that," she says, and the sht?" Please let it have been as good as that s me believe it was Please, oh please, oh please "Does that smile on your face mean what I think it means?"

"Nooooooo," she says, but her cheeks are darn near fire-engine red She looks like a ther flu season "We just…slept But it was really, really, really nice"

She’s still sood, and I didn’t blow this friend thing with my selfishness And Rowe looks happy

"H," I tease her, feeling good that I can "Wanna hear about ht! And it can’t be Paige

"Oh god, no!" she says, her face iht shade of red I’od I have to tell so her clothes in front of me, and she freezes

I freeze too

I saw the the Her eyes are locked onto react I can see her terror I’ve been that terrified I’ve lived that terror Oh, Rowe, your scars, they’re your story

But the second that thought passes through my mind, I realize that the moment the welts, from years of shots, finally disappeared froone, and I was going to leave it erased

Rowe doesn’t have that option

"They’ve gotten better," she says, turning slowly She’s lettingwith nerves as she does This is scary to her

"What happened?" I’ at her, because I think that’s what she wants I ao, there was a shooting at h?" she asks Hallman? I don’t even know if the name truly sounds familiar, and my mind has already raced ahead and filled in the blanks Rowe has been through hell--actual living hell And sadly, I can’t tell her hell apart from the dozens of other hells I’ve seen on the news lately