Day 8

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On the eighth day, he saw my cuts.

"How did you get those?"

He sounded so concerned, my stomach churned.

"I've been fighting someone." I avoided his eyes, turning and walking down the clothing aisle.

"What? Who?!" He was right at my heels, alarmed at the idea of me being in any possible danger.

"Myself."

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