Chapter 9.

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"Can we get out of here." Harry surprises me by saying.

I nod quickly and get up throwing him his shirt of the floor.

"I thought you loved these parties." I laugh as he rolls his eyes.

"I fucking hate them, don't get it twisted."

"Why do you go then?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Nothing better to do." He shrugs and walks towards the door, I get up following him.

The word 'damaged' keeps running through my mind

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