thirty-six

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|| Monday ||

"Hey Mitch," Kirstie mumbles and sits next to him.

"Hey," Mitch replies and stares at the blonde girl. "What happened?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kirstin says and continues to sketch a husky in her book.

"Well, for starters, there's a bunch of concealer around your eye and on your jaw and you're very quiet." Mitch murmurs and Kirstin freezes for a second before shrugging.

"I dropped a plate," she casually replies and Mitch frowns.

"Leave. Move in with me," Mitch silently pleads as the teacher walks in the room and the class quietens down.

"I don't think your house is any better than mine."

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