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"Babe," Lois says, falling into step beside me as I make my way to English, "You're going to class?"

"Yeah, I missed a couple weeks after the whole rape thing, and I can't afford to miss more," I tell her. "Why, are you not going to class?"

"My cigs are calling for me," she says, sighing deeply. "Noah and I are going out for drinks, later, wanna come?"

"You are aware that we're underage?"

"Yes, of course."

"Whatever, I'll come."

a/n: a whopping 76 words, everyone.

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