I swear I see red, but I shove the bubbling bitterness away and lift my hand behind my head, grab the neck of my jumper and take it off. I don’t miss the way her eyes land on my exposed abdomen. I’d call her out on it, but that’d only encourage an argument. I don’t mind them, but I’m still in the hall, waiting for her to let me in. “Here, it’s made out of the same material.” I hold it out for her to take, but she stares at it with hesitation. “Don’t be difficult.” “I’m not being difficult, but I don’t think you understand. Finn didn’t let me borrow his sweater. He let me keep it. I don’t want
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