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location: heather's placexxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here
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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"
x
And then Benji called out, saying it was Heather. Willow was shocked out of it and ran into the kitchen, already running to the sink to fill a glass with water. "Here." She handed to Benji and went searching for a cloth. Finding something that would do, she ran it under the cold tap for a few seconds, soaking it through and rendering it nice and cold. She squeezed out the excess water and dropped to her knees, folding it up and placing it on Heather's forehead.
"We all got one of those texts," Willow said quietly to Benji. "I'm guessing Heather did too. Does she have any medical conditions that you know of? I don't need a medical crisis on my hands as well as everything else. Fuck, between this and everything that went down at the party last night- and I'm rambling. Sorry," She said, with a slightly forced smile.