[ for a minute, he doesn't answer. just stares at the blanket in thought.
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Back home people always picked on me an' Brother. They would throw rocks an' hit us. Brother always hit 'em back, but it wasn't nice. An' they didn't do it 'cause they liked us. That's why I got mad.
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to answer or not answer.
he hops off his bed, makes his way to the door, and opens it a crack, peering up at ahiru grumpily. ]
What?
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Is something the matter, Luca?
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'Kay.
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Why do you think it was stupid?
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Because it is. People don't pick on you because they like you. They do it 'cause they don't.
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I'm sorry if I made you mad, Luca.
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Back home people always picked on me an' Brother. They would throw rocks an' hit us. Brother always hit 'em back, but it wasn't nice. An' they didn't do it 'cause they liked us. That's why I got mad.
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