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Phoenix dropped the old photo album into the box. That was one thing he wanted to forget. "That's gonna get thrown away."
Miles furrowed his eyebrows and picked the album back up. "Why? The pictures in here look fine to..." He looked up at Phoenix. "Why are there scars on your arms? Did something happen?"
Phoenix sighed. "Can you just drop it?"
Miles hugged him. "For now, but if you want to talk about it, I'm here."
Phoenix smiled. "I know."
