"Don't pretend like these don't exist," he said, waving a crutch in the air.
"They are just crutches," I chuckled.
"Correction: they are forearm crutches, meaning the ones those sick kids get in those commercials for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Everyone knows what these mean."
"What do they mean?"
He laughed.
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COMING IN JUNE 2015
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clouds ☁ lrh
Fanfictionin which luke is a 'cripple' obsessed with clouds and lauren willing to be his friend. - inspired by a loved one and 'Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl' - By Jesse Andrews
