I could still see Darry s scar above his left eyebrow. It took me back to him wincing, pulling out the stitches. I could remember Steve, broken ribs making him cry. Steve, the one who hated the world, should never cry. Ever. I could remember being kicked in the head, knocking me unconscious for a week. I could still see it.
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