“What does that mean?” I asked, searching her face. Her skin had a worrisome gray tint to it. She scrunched up her nose. “Women stuff.” I raised a brow and wrapped my arms around her lower back, tugging her closer. “You’re on your period?” Pink stained her cheeks. “Can we not talk about it?” She grimaced, and my hands tightened. “Does it hurt?” She rolled her eyes, some of her usual life coming back. “Yes, cramps hurt.” I led her back to her bed and pulled the comforter over her before placing her laptop beside her. “I’ll be right back, okay? I’ve just got to grab something, and we can hang
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