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Beating Heart #5



"People only help you if they somehow can use you." He stared at the girl with the caramel hair. "I wonder what her end game is..."

"You really don't trust people, now do you?" Roxanne seemed to answer his thoughts.
"How did she-?!"
"I'm not a mind reader," she said slightly amused by his busted-face. "I just see it in your eyes and I noticed the-" she pointed at his arms. Ashamed, he pulled down his sleeves to hide his wrists. He felt a bandage. She nursed the new-?!
"I saw the blood. I hope you don't mind," she hesitated.
He shook his head: "No."

"Why is she so nice to me?" Storm couldn't seem to figure her out.



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