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|| Thursday ||

"Hey Mitch," Kirstin said as the brunette sat down.

"Hi," he mumbled and she grinned.

"Have you done the Science homework?" She asked and Mitch sent her a blank look. She laughed. "Of course you haven't."

There was a slight pause as the other students trickled in the room.

"How's your therapy going?" She asked quietly and scratched her nose, fixing her long sleeve after.

"Okay..." Mitch muttered after thinking. "How's yours?"

She thinks. "Uh, it's going fine." Another fix of the sleeves.

Fine.

Mitch hated that word.

For the rest of the lesson, Mitch's eyes were on Kirstin's hidden wrists.

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