Part 17

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Henry stood up, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him embarrassingly tug on his sweatpants. "Are you okay?" He said, walking me back towards my home. "Yes, just a few scratches.. Thanks." I replied. "Are you?" I asked, hesitating. He looked straight ahead, pausing briefly. "Quite fine. No abrasions or contusions." He responded. He groped in the dark for my door handle and led us inside.

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