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Chalk
Robby Van Arsdale He was trying to be friends. Really he was. He hadn’t screwed everything up beyond repair. He knew that. How else could she have smiled at him so genuinely? Unless she was a psychopath. He hoped she wasn’t a psychopath. All he wanted to be was friends. But not with a psychopath. He took his chalk set and wrote on her sidewalk. Big, round letters of neon, yellow, and red. Vikki sometimes it is good to hold on to happiness and it is better to allow the rain to wash away your hurt Take my chalk use it please make sure you write the good things under awnings and underneath roofs but the bad things in the open on sidewalks and streets
