Bags Inside
When he opened it, student bags were crammed inside, shoved carelessly on top of his belongings. “Now they’re just mocking me,” Frank muttered, voice hollow.
The humiliation spread. More rumors, more whispers, more stares. He was powerless to defend himself. Every new setup made him look guiltier, and the truth—that he was innocent—mattered less with each passing hour.
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