monday morning

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My eyes are barely open. The Weekend was okay. Malia learned a few things about social stuff and we had a long talk about what happened to her. At first she didn't really trust me but I think she does now. I get dressed and make us some food. Malia was still sleeping when I came back from the kitchen. She only wears a shirt. Her body is so perfect I think. And her face, so innocent. She slowly wakes up. When she sees me she smiles and wishes me a good morning. "Hey you. I have food." I say softly. "Great" she answers happy and still tired.
An hour later I'm sitting in the car and wait for her to come so we can drive to school. When I asked her if she was nervous she said no. She may be uncomfortable about the situation with scott but Malia isn't the type to get scared. She walks out of the door, puts a jacket on and pulls her hair out of the it. I like her, I really do. She gets into the car and we have a long drive, its still a little dark outside. Sometimes our hands accidentally touch each other and I have no clue why but that makes me nervous.

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