“I don’t have any friends, Owen,” she says as she smiles sadly. “I have my family that I’m amiable with, and of course, there are others around that are kind to my face, but no one wants to be friends with the freak.” The anger that seems to like to pop up whenever her feelings are hurt has raised its ugly head again. She looks so incredibly sad, but she shrugs it off like it’s nothing. But it isn’t nothing. It’s everything. She’s never going to be treated like that again as long as I’m around. “I can see your wheels turning,” she says, smirking over at me. “You get this look about you
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