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It's when he's going back into the box to get her a band-aid that she says, just as carefully as he swiped at her cut, "He never mentioned that he had a son."
The boy raises his brows, the one with the piercing at the end of it snatching her attention, as he works on taking the tape off of a box of band-aids that looks like it's spent at least two years in the pencil case.
"That's because the son doesn't box."
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