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I got into the toilets and shut myself into a cubicle.

That spaghetti has so many calories.
You need to erase it.

I need to erase it.

Leaning over the toilet seat, I stuck two fingers into my mouth until my dinner resurfaced.

I did it three more times until I was sure that I had gotten rid of it all.

Sighing, I stood up and flushed the toilet.

The toilets were empty, so I took some time to clean up before I went back out to see Jack.

He smiled at me, unaware of what I had just been doing.

"There's still some spaghetti left."

My breath hitched, "I'm quite full. You finish it."

A flash of my teeth.
A wide grin.
And Jack didn't question me.

Why would he?
He doesn't actually like you.
You know that, right?

No.
He likes me.
He won't leave me.
This time, it's different.

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