It was quiet...too quiet.
Me: Nate! Where are you?
Nate: In here.
Me: What are you doing?
Nate: Not picking my scab (trying to hide the bloody mess that was his chin).
Me: So why is there blood on your shirt? And your hands?
Nate: What blood?
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