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Max didn't look up at her, not noticing her at all.
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:59 PM by rose123
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Max had been cramming for a test the following morning, getting a text from Kayla that explained she'd gotten back with her ex--leaving him to his thoughts.
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:59 PM by rose123
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Max kept cramming, wondering what he was doing with life.
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:59 PM by rose123
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He had brought a flask, taking a long sip.
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:59 PM by rose123
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(Maybe she notices new marks on his wrists / misses him??) Max took out his pocketknife, staring at it. Two simple moves and he could end his suffering, make sure he never messed up again...
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Edited at June 9, 2026 10:00 PM by rose123
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