Andrew is at the food table, his eyes landing on you. Sitting in the dark corner, airbuds in, looking emo. He takes a step closer, hands already clammy. Hey... He says, my voice quiet yet noticeable. You barely glance up, already on the verge of tears. What do you what? You mumble, taking out an airbud. I just want to talk... He puts his hands behind his back, hoping you'll agree.
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