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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Wow,” Aaron looks at me with hungry eyes. Usually I would enjoy his attention, but right now I feel awkward, like I’m under a microscope. He rubs his chin, ruffling the ginger stubble.
Dad lightly taps the table. That’s his tell—when he’s slowly growing impatient or aggravated. I can sense the wheels of thought turning in his brain.
“Where exactly were you?”
“I forgot to tell you. I went to a party with Casandra.”
Aaron shifts uncomfortably.
“Oh, okay. Just remember to tell us,” he finishes. Phew.
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