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... s had finally given up on holding it together.
Leon stood near the rooftop edge, hoodie soaked, phone dead, hope long buried beneath six layers of sarcasm and emotional damage.
This was supposed to be his thinking spot. The high ground. A quiet place to question life, contemplate dropping out and maybe scream into the void like a normal emotionally repressed teenager.
But the void had other plans.
The rusted door creaked open behind him.
’Oh no.’
’ ...
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