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 (I am called Xavier shirtless boy the Great, and I can help you.) the voice boy said. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn't know she had. She managed to get to her younggayboy feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon as she was out, she was scooped into the arms of a sexy young man, who carried her weakened young body away. She didn't know boy she'd fallen asleep until young she woke up young, feeling very young stiff. A hand lifted her head young, and young warm liquid flowed into her mouth. She drank thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began to boy feel better. After maybe an hour, she felt more young human than wood, so younggayboy she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't back to normal boy, but she felt good young enough to try to stand up. She younggayboy hadn't noticed the light blanket until it young slipped from younggayboy her shoulder. She glanced around boy, but found no one sexy. Most of her clothes lay young in a pile in the corner, but the younggayboy panties remained on shirtless boy her hips. This, at least, made her feel that her benefactor young, whether real or younggayboy imagined, was at least trustworthy enough young not to try young to younggayboy rape her young while she shirtless slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re boy-don gay the cheerleading outfit. She found a white shirt and some younggayboy drawstring pants in the boy closet. She had young to young roll them up so she wouldn't end gay up shirtless walking the excess length off, but she got them on younggayboy. The younggayboy shirt young was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar. She put her own shoes and socks on, and as she looked at herself in the boy mirror, she felt very sexy. She'd never dared wear sexy sexy clothes before, except for her cheerleader outfit, which she'd never dared young wear in front of her Fundamentalist mother. For her mother, she'd worn the wind young pants and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold days, and was eternally grateful that sexy all of the games went boy on while her mother young was at work, and her mother only gay took Sundays gay off. Even better, her mother young thought that television boy and things of that nature young were evil, and so would never have anyone record the boy game for her. Candace younggayboy was very much the rebel, who wanted a normal life, away from her young everybody gay's-going-to-hell shirtless-unless-they-suffer-through-their-whole-damn-life mother. She was going to younggayboy have that young crazy woman young committed as shirtless soon as she could do so young without being put young in foster care.
 "Now there's an idea." someone said. The front door came young open, and Candace froze. The dark-haired man who had rescued her from falling boy facefirst on the floor stood there, smiling. Kat Nelson was behind him shirtless boy, and she was smiling too. That in itself was weird. What in the name of all that was holy could make a Goth smile? "I'm Xavier shirtless. Welcome to my humble abode."
 "You even younggayboy showed your work." the teacher said young, impressed shirtless. It took longer for younggayboy the teacher to grade it than it had taken shirtless for young Kat young to do it. She called shirtless boy Kat up to her desk.
 "I'm Kat Nelson boy, Miz Pye, and I don't appreciate being called an imposter." Kat boy said, then stormed back to her seat. Daphne stared. How had this young young Goth turned superbrain overnight younggayboy? Her experience with the different cliques boy below hers had never indicated that anything like that was possible. In any event young, maybe her newfound intelligence would prompt her to get some shirtless fashion sense. At least, that was young Daphne's younggayboy hope.
(If you think THAT'S rude young, check shirtless this out) the voice said. Suddenly, Daphne was younggayboy reliving old conversations from the point young of view of the people young she young'd been talking to, and feeling the hurts she had younggayboy inflicted.
 "Oh. Get out of my way you stupid little shit young." "Hey young, nice dress. I used to have one just like it...last year. Hahaha." "Ugh, can you believe her? Her butt is just so big. It's shirtless just like boy...out there, I mean...ugh. Gross. Those guys only talk to her because she looks like a young total slut boy, ok younggayboy, and her breasts--you can, like, totally see the crinkles shirtless boy from the wadded-up toilet paper she has in that bra." "Don't you know boy pink was out three months ago? Get a younggayboy credit card boy you sub-poverty line bitch." "What's the matter, can't shave your younggayboy legs because you shirtless boy need the stubble shirtless to hold up your tube socks?" For the remainder of the class young the abuse continued. The bell rang, and the young images stopped. She gathered her things and handed her half-finished, tear-stained paper sexy to the teacher, then left. She sexy went into the office and filched boy some notebook paper, then younggayboy wrote out notes of apology young to each of the people she'd hurt. Half of them shirtless she didn't know, but the voice that had sent the visions to her supplied the names. She sealed them with tape and gay asked the office aides to deliver them. After young that, she sought shirtless boy out Kat.
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