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An Official Date. A Breakup
**CAMILLA RENÉE**
FRIDAY.I helped him clean up his blood smudged cheeks, his nose also had blood dripping out a little.They stroked each other as though they were both a pair of punching bags, each of them getting their fair share of pain.But Kyle got it worse, he couldn't move when I left.A wave of concern washed over me.Was he alright? He's a lying cheater, but I still care. Even though I shouldn't. I'm sure he's fine. He has to be.I ran my eyes through his face, titling each side with my palm so I could be sure he was cleaned up.When that was certain, I placed the towel into the bowl and squeezed. The water had turned red already.“Thank you.”“It's my fault you two had a fallout, it only makes sense that I should be the one to clean you up.”I explained with a small smile.“It's not your fault I beat him up, he deserved that for being an ass. I'll do it again if necessary, you don't need t
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