“You know,” Ezra sighs, staringly absently at the chalkboard. “I try to hide it.”
“Hide what?” I ask, dully, scratching obscenities In the desk for the millionth time. This is the last day, I tell myself over and over again, the last day I will ever come back.
“This,” He points to the inside of his wrist, like that explains something. The very
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