
Preface I looked at the now silvery pink scars that ran down my entire arm. Had he really done this? Had he really scarred me for life? It made sense that I would get hurt, I hadn’t wanted to see myself fighting my best friend. I hadn’t opened my eyes once. Had I really been angry enough to attack him? My hands shook with fury. I wasn’t angry with him, I c…
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