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Melancholia: Amanda POV
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Are you sure you are fine?" I ask Chideziri. For the hundredth time. "Do you feel sick or anything? "
"No." He says. Then he goes back to ignoring all of us.
Chantelle presses a palm on his neck. He shieds away from it. She frowns deeply.
"Is it girl problems?" Abe asks. I know he can feel the searing heat of my glare on his profile.
''Or is it your time of the month? Like menstruation."
We all stop to look at him. Even Ahmed is dumbfounded he'd crack such a joke now.
Chideziri actually half-smiles. He never does that when he's like this.
"Leave him alone. Before he'll enter Avatar state now and deal with everyone." Pascal says. Chewing on a football sized orange I can only guess he robbed off one of Little feats many trees.
"Not me," Chantelle says. "He's my baby."
"Amanda, are you still sitting there?" Abe jokes.
I snort. I'm not scared of Chideziri and Chantelle'
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