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13 | Ingrained aversion
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Plinio's POV:
"You look extra pissed today,"
Logan's remark makes me want to throw him out of this cafeteria but I focus on my French fries. I look pissed off every day and that's exactly how I'm supposed to look. Perhaps I really am a devil.
"It's my usual face." I shrug. "You know it." But this is a lie because it's not the case today. I haven't seen Celeste since yesterday in the library. She didn't take literature class and I have a hunch she's absent. I hope she's okay.
It's good for me though, her being absent. It will help me get her out of my head and relieve myself from mindless second thoughts about everything I do. With an exhale, I dip the French fry in ketchup and focus on it instead.
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