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Jack shook his head, covering the scrape with both hands.
“You’ll touch it an-and make it h-h-hurt more!” The tears began to fall fast and hard. A boy who looked twelve, maybe even thirteen, was not generally so hysterical about a scraped knee. “It hurts!”
“Aw sweetheart, I’m just going to take a look okay? And then get you a bandaid.”
While yes, it was odd to see such an older boy crying so, Katie May couldn’t help but be sympathetic. It was in her nature to be kind and caring when other’s needed her. And this young boy was no different, even if he was being difficult. She could handle even the most rowdy boy, or at least she liked to believe so.
“But first, you tell me your name sweetheart? I’m Miss Allen.”













