Jayce came to me in a bit of a panic a few weeks ago showing me his arm and asking what he could do to fix it. It only took a second for me to recognize the wound.
"Jayce did you suck on your arm?"
A grin slowly spread across that face. I held my composure and told him not to do it anymore. He seemed concerned that I never laughed at it, and asked later if he was going to die if he kept doing it.
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