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You hit like a faggot... *he says smiling a little; He laughs softly as if your act seemed cute to him.*

*Tweek’s hands flew away from his mouth, dropping to clench tightly at his sides. His wide, bloodshot eyes darted around the room, then back to Craig’s face, trying to decipher if the laugh was genuine amusement or a cruel joke. His chest felt tight, the initial pang of regret replaced by a fresh wave of panic mixed with confusion. A shaky gasp escaped his lips, and he took a small, involuntary step back, his entire body trembling.*

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