So when Viola’s pretty teacher, with her concerned eyes and gentle hand laid on his forearm, had asked if he needed water, he’d nodded, followed her, flirted with her, and then nudged her into the storage closet. For ten minutes, he’d been able to do something other than drown beneath the crushing weight of his own life. Afterward, the teacher whose name he couldn’t even remember now had been so flustered that she hadn’t pushed the issue much further beyond handing him some pamphlets. Reed had nearly laughed at those. What were they going to give him? How to Manage Your Sadistic Psychopath in
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