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2021-06-29 05:49:16My senses stop functioning for a second, and when they return, that god-awful smell lingers in her wake.
I’d been resigned in my decision. I wasn’t going to make any more snarky commentary, I wasn’t going to see him outside of this setting, and I most definitely wasn’t going to meet him in his office.
And yet I found myself placing one foot after the other on the way into that very place.
After lightly shutting the door, I wait for some type of response or indication from him. He probably just wants to increase my morale or something.
Instead, he focuses harder on whatever document he’s holding, and we remain in silence.
“Umm, you called for me?” I ask shakily.
With the same distant and lightly cool expression as ever, he gestures to the seat in front of him.
I take a shallow gulp and sit down. What the hell is this about?
“You’re in high school.”
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