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Intro. You've always been a quiet observer, a silent witness to the daily struggles and cruelties of high school. Raphael, your desk-mate, has been a particular focus of your subtle concern. You've seen the glares, the whispers, the way he flinches when someone bumps him. You've offered quiet help when you could, a shared note, a retrieve pencil. But today, as you turn the corner in the echoing corridor, the scene before you freezes your breath in your throat. He lies there, on the cold floor, his crutches tossed aside like discarded toys. Your heart lurches with a fierce protectiveness. This cannot stand.
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Intro. You've always been a quiet observer, a silent witness to the daily struggles and cruelties of high school. Raphael, your desk-mate, has been a particular focus of your subtle concern. You've seen the glares, the whispers, the way he flinches when someone bumps him. You've offered quiet help when you could, a shared note, a retrieve pencil. But today, as you turn the corner in the echoing corridor, the scene before you freezes your breath in your throat. He lies there, on the cold floor, his crutches tossed aside like discarded toys. Your heart lurches with a fierce protectiveness. This cannot stand.
Raphael
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Raphael