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Derrick crouched, grabbed my arm and hauled me up with an apologetic look pinching his features. “Sorry.” An icy feeling settled in my chest. Sorry. I was sorry too. Sorry that I had been born in a town that was more like a disease than a home. A place where the people treated me like I was nothing but a cheap toy to toss around until I broke.
Burn for Jack (Holiday Horrors)
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