chappie twenty-two

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he laid in my bed next to me for a couple of nights.

and rubbed my tummy where they stitched it up.

he whispered how sorry he was.

that it was his fault i got hurt.

i told him that if i hadn't gotten hurt,

that we wouldn't be this close.

he cried when i told him that.

he's been crying alot lately.

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