Still reeling from the pain in his nose, Sawyer returned from the High School's clinic with a white bandaged brace over his nose; he had never been in so much pain before but he'd deal with it. He was intent on getting that girl, fucking intent. He sighed and moved back into his seat in Study Hall, pulling out some papers and ruffled them in his hands, what was he to do? Write the girl a letter? Perhaps. He began to scribble and only came out to a Dear Illyana,
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Still reeling from the pain in his nose, Sawyer returned from the High School's clinic with a white bandaged brace over his nose; he had never been in so much pain before but he'd deal with it. He was intent on getting that girl, fucking intent. He sighed and moved back into his seat in Study Hall, pulling out some papers and ruffled them in his hands, what was he to do? Write the girl a letter? Perhaps. He began to scribble and only came out to a Dear Illyana,