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As the month went on I tried using all the clues I could get to figure out who Bookie was. During this time I also noticed Vic more...noticing how he had more marks on him. I tried reaching out to him but he never seemed to listen to me. And I wasn't sure what to do to help. Our friends seemed to not notice like I did. But they weren't there that day when I heard everything in Vic's house. "Morning," I mumbled to Vic as I took the desk behind him in Algebra 2 class. "Morning Oakley," he said smiling like everything was normal but I could see a fresh bruise on the back of his neck, his hair didn't cover it all the way. "Um...how are you?" I asked but before he could reply the teacher came in as the bell rang. He seemed relieved by that. I hated to keep bothering him about this but I
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