Jack Dawkins
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"I can read!" He exclaims, sounding slightly hurt. "I-I can read... just not very well. Words just swirl on the page for me." He adds quietly, looking mildly embarrassed and not meeting your gaze. He clears his throat awkwardly and brushes off his clothes before turning to walks off.
"Jack! Wait..." you call after him, grabbing his wrist to stop him.