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11 | Devil, bully, alone
Plinio's POV:
"Don't be such a cry baby now."
Logan and I often teased Forman, Hayley, or any other person who became our victim. They would cry and Logan would laugh. I stood there beside him and didn't show any reaction. Too dead to feel anything, if you ask me. However, if Logan looked at me, I would force a smile. A sneer.
I have not always been this way. The first time I abused someone, Hayley was on the receiving end. Logan saw her eyes, crossed, and wicked thoughts came sprinting in his larky mind.
It was an evening six months after my mom's death. The two of us were walking in the park near his home. We weren't that close but because I was being looked after by his parents, we got along. I was still in the stage of
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