Just her name was becoming a phobia for me to say, especially ever since I saw how jarred Dad was from her interaction. She was infectious like an incurable virus. Yuck.Ada slid beside me and rested on the desk, holding her cheek in her hand. Her hoodie was cornflower blue with speckles of gray. It looked soft and comfortable. I pulled at the pills on her sleeve, finding assurance in this obscure act."So, your mom went through with the invitation, huh?" she asked, wrinkling her nose and bobbing her head."Yes. Can you believe it? Because I can't. Not at all." I waved my hands, my voice becoming shrill. Ava clasped my cold fingers in her warm palms and held them still."Listen, you've got this," she said, completely engaged. Her intensity caught my attention and led my drifting boat from the tempest into the harbor. She was like a beacon for me when I was flipping out. Laser focused she was sometimes."Thank you," I said, sighing, then she let me go."Now, what's the deal?" she
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