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Breathe (Part 1)He told himself he was building up his tolerance. He didn't like to think of himself as particularly weak, but he certainly wasn't Mr. Muscle—not by any means. And especially when the numbers weren't fair. It was how he made himself stronger. He'd be able to take it eventually, that was his goal. He just had to keep working at it, building that tolerance. He'd get there. A little bit deeper, a little bit longer. He was doing this to help himself, to get better.More Like This
That's what he told himself.
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Calypse High School looked decent enough. Actually, it looked more than decent. The middle school was just across the street, and Dean had ju
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