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|| Monday ||

"How are you on this fine Monday, Mitchy?" Kirstin asks, sarcasm lacing her words.

Mitch shrugs and glances up at his friend, doing a double take at the bruise on her cheek. He gingerly reaches up and brushes his fingers against it, making her wince.

"I'm fine Mitch, I just bumped into the lockers."

Mitch frowns at her but she forces a smile and looks down at her food.

Mitch knew what happens at her house.

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