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the blonde stayed home the next day.

he didnt have energy or motivation to move. eat. drink. nothing. he just wanted to lay there.

he titled his head to his desk where a piece of paper and a pencil had been laying considering he didnt want to write her notes anymore.

he didnt want her to tell him off anymore.

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