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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β OLIVER LAUGHED , only softly , shaking his head as he felt as though stevie didnβt believe him ; he didnβt blame her .Β β well i donβt know if this is the kind of thing that would happen often enough for me to make it a pattern . β he shrugged . at the girlβs reaction to his leg , oliver laughed once again , louder this time . sitting down on the sand next to her , he waved his hand , as if he was brushing it off , as if it was no big deal .Β β donβt worry , it was a mutual kind of thing . and it doesnβt hurt all that bad . β
βit wouldnβt be this exact same thing, but if you know somethingβs gonna happen to me and you donβt warn me and just let it happen and laugh at me... iβm putting you on my shit list,β she said, clutching the sand in her hand and letting it spill back onto the ground.Β βall that bad? looks like it kills. i hate pain. like, the bad kind of pain. iβm okay with slight masochistic type pain, but not something like that. sprained my ankle once and cried like a little bitch. my oldest was likeΒ βtoughen up mom, it canβt be thatΒ badβ,β she said with a small laugh for just a second before it stopped and her smile completely disappeared. she missed those kids more than ever.

















