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... p> "Hey? Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve let someone touch me?"
Rika’s voice was quiet. She wasn’t looking at me. Her fingers were wrapped around a half-drunk can of iced coffee, condensation dripping over her knuckles.
We were in the counseling office after school. Just us. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. She hadn’t meant to pull me aside. She just... did.
I watched her hands. They trembled slightly.
"Three years," she answered herself. "Since before the ...
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