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57

ALINA

I climb the stairs, debating if I should have brought a glass of water with me, might get thirsty again, I’m still considering it when pick up my folded blanket, shaking it open as I to off my sneakers, I just want to get in bed and sleep.

Today was a weird day, I think as I strip, I unbutton my jeans then throw off my hoodie, I make short work of the rest of my clothes, then pick out the oversize grey sweater that I still haven’t returned to Zayne.

What?

It makes for good pajamas.

Throwing it over my head I pick up my brush and begin to run it through my hair. At least it’s over.

Do I feel bad for refusing the Abbot’s invitation?

Yes.

Will my choice come back to bite me in the ass?

That is left to be seen, though, with my luck?

Very, very likely.

With a scoff, I toss the brush and get in bed pulling the warm blanket over my legs up to my neck until only my head is left uncovered.

Do I regret it?

No.

I want to be here.

So, whatever comes, I w
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