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“I am very worried.” He shook his head, only frowning as she kissed him. “Are you okay to, like, go home? I mean, that shouldn’t be happening!” 

“They do it daily. I’ve learned to take a punch, Skinny.” She said softly, rubbing at her arm, trying to pull down her sleeves to hide the other scars. “I can go home.” She smiled softly, and glanced back at her truck. “I have to go, anyways. If I’m not home after curfew, I get messed up.”