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21

I’ve never met anyone who threw me off as much as he does. He is a strange mixture of hot and cold, I’m unsure which of them I prefer. Pissing people off must be an inane talent of a gift from God to him because he does it so well. It took me a long time to fall asleep last night after the kitchen, I stayed up, planning every aspect of this conversation. I am ready for him this morning.

Already dressed for school, I left my bag on a couch in the living room after Ms. Pac directed me to the room where Ian was having breakfast.

I remained at the entryway glaring at him.

“Well, good morning to you,” Ian said without looking up.

I want to remain where I was, to ensure he can feel my displeasure from a distance but as always, he remains unaffected by my glares. The steaming food smelled nice and I didn’t see a need to deny myself so I strolled in.

I take a seat beside him spreading a napkin on my lap.

“Sleep well?”

In an effort to control the direction of the conversation and my
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