stressed hrrrmmm...so yeah. sweatdrop
he sits on the toilet and lays his head in his hands. he knew tucker was right. he knew there was something wrong...but he...he just couldnt go back there...he slowly pulled his sleeve down on his arm, and ran his finger across the smooth pale scar that was left there. why did i have that dream..? he pondered. he hadnt thought about that in a long time....particulary since it was not a fond memory. but as he ran his finger over the scar on his other arm, it all came back to him again.
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