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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ARC

"You've been staring at the table for a while now."

He gave a grunt and pushed a boiled broccoli around his plate with a fork.

"You don't like the food?" They couldn't afford more groceries since his pay had been cut again by his boss, Bill and all because he was lagging behind, a reason he knew was absolutely cruddy. Although the food tasted alright enough since Penelope was a good enough cook. And it wasn't his reduced wages that bothered him.

"You're in a mood."

He grunted again.

"Are your painkillers not working any longer? We could go the hospital."

Arc wished it was his leg that was making him feel the way he was.

"I'm fine Penelope, no hospitals."

"Something's on your mind." He could feel her eyes burn a hole through his head.

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

"I'm going to my room."

"The basement you mean." She said, humour in her voice.

"You wanna switch rooms?" He snapped.

"Don't take out whatever is wrong with you on me."

"Don't push me then."

"I'm not willing
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