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HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY HE’S NEVER GONE HERE BEFORE. but, then again . . . maybe he has and he just can’t r e m e m b e r. he CRINGES at the thought and opens the door to the bakery, glancing around. if anyone were to take a good look at the boy, they would be able to see the constant trembling that his body couldn’t seem to STOP, no matter how much he may try. he wrapped his arms around himself and looked to his left and than to his right. it was pretty BARREN, but then again, it was two in the afternoon. he cleared his throat and walked to the front, eyes catching onto a very large sugar cookie. it looked D E L I C I O U S, but he wondered . . . just how much could he eat? if there was anything NOTICEABLE about jax harper, it was the fact that his cheeks seemed sunk in and his eyes looked as GOOD AS DEAD -------- it would be no surprise to learn that he was dying, judging by his frame. still, fingers press against the glass, interest sparking in his gaze. despite the fact he had NO IDEA how he’d gotten here, this seemed to be the perfect place to stop.
