“You can talk to me, Max. It’s not weird at all,” I said sincerely. Max threw his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me against his side. “Good. I’m really glad we can be honest with each other ’cause I have something to say to you. Are you listening?” I wiggled out of his hold and punched his bicep. “No, I’m not.” “You should, ’cause I’m about to give you some great advice.” “What is it?” “Fuck the tutor.” “Excuse me?” I asked incredulously. “You heard me. Fuck him. Let him fill your brain with numbers and equations and then ask him to fill your—” “Do not say another word,” I growled, taking
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