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HUDSON.

When Aaliyah walks away, we're left staring at each other in utter confusion. Like what the fuck just happened?

I drop the spoon and whatever the shit I'm holding and settle in my sit, having already lost my appetite.

"Let her be, we must have gotten on her nerves with the incessant jokes.” Hunter speaks up after long minutes of us staring ourselves down and the food that's going cold.

“Indeed!” Hector scoffs. "We must always make an exception for her shit. What the hell did we say to piss her off?”

"Nothing, but you know how their body system functions uniquely, hormonal dominance and all...”

"Hunter, please! More like stupidly and not uniquely...”

"You should be the one calming down. It sure hasn't gotten to this, so...”

"Oh please. Spare me the sermon. You should be mute if you've got nothing to say.”

“Unsolicited.” He takes a spoonful of his food, no more bothered about the situation.

I, on the other hand, keep staring at my food, still confused to death. And more than