The storm clouds were back, rain drumming on the window I rested my head on. The hoodie Berk had let me borrow smelled like him and swam on me, which made it perfect for sinking into. “What do you have planned before classes start?” “Stress baking as I try to get everything ready.” “Let me get in on some of that.” He unravelled his headphones from around his phone and stuck a twizzler into his mouth. He had a Mary Poppins-sized portion stashed somewhere. I shoved at his shoulder and he barely moved; it was like jamming my hand into a brick wall. “You’re not supposed to bask in my stress.” “How
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