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pale as a sheet and glassy eyed, his little frame stretched out on the couch with one socked feet. as he curled them by his side that vacant look, a sleepy look, he mumbles that he's fine. but maybe we could call his school and tell them that he's dying. that we did and later on we checked that he's not dead; the little ****** smiled at us while bouncing on his bed
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
home sick from school
pale as a sheet and glassy eyed, his little frame stretched out on the couch with one socked feet. as he curled them by his side that vacant look, a sleepy look, he mumbles that he's fine. but maybe we could call his school and tell them that he's dying. that we did and later on we checked that he's not dead; the little ****** smiled at us while bouncing on his bed
Risteard
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
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