“I’m okay. Just a bump. I won’t break, Parker.” I laugh. “Although, I’m pretty sure the day I broke my arm here in third grade, you cried more than I did.” Parker blanches, pulling back with wide eyes. “You said you would never bring that up ever again, Quinn Scott. You fucking swore it.” I shrug. “It was a Christmas I will never forget. I’m pretty sure you felt so bad the entire time I had a cast on that you would bring me endless hot cocoas with whipped cream and sprinkles.” “You were hurt, and I was worried about you. I would’ve done anything you asked that month. Remember what I got you
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