[What a piece of work. Faustino sat up, rubbing at his neck, eyes narrowed as he met the other boy's gaze. When he was sure he could talk without it coming out a raspy mess, of course he would.]
What at that school is worth attempted murder?
[One day he'd learn to keep his mouth shut. One day.]
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What at that school is worth attempted murder?
[One day he'd learn to keep his mouth shut. One day.]