The successivo thing I new, I was back at school with Dusty, crying even harder as the story of the events that led up to me and Mattie splitting up fell out from my lips. Dustin was holding me even tighter, and as I looked up into his eyes for a glimmer of comfort, there was none. No happiness, no joy, no solace. All replaced with a intense and fiery spark I had never seen in him before.
A diviso, spalato secondo later he was standing me up, gripping my shoulders somewhat tightly, staring deep into my eyes with a rage that few people had probably ever even seen.
"Gracen, where's Matt?"...
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