“Do you see the three books I left you on the floor of the room?” The textbooks he left in the middle of my room, the ones I almost tripped over last night, are still right where he left them. “Yes…” “I want you to lie on the floor of your room and balance them on your stomach.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he says. “I want you to balance those books on your stomach. For three straight hours.” I stare at the door, imagining the twisted expression on Andrew’s face. “You’re joking, right?” “Not even a tiny bit.” I have no idea why he’s doing this. This isn’t the Andrew I fell in love with. It’s
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