He gives me a subtle nod, asking me not to go…not to freak out, and I have no idea what to make of it. No idea how he always seems to know when I’m on the verge of running, metaphorically speaking. I think. He does that a lot. Reads me, speaks to me without words, like he can see all the things others can’t. Or maybe, when I’m near him, the clear, bullet-proof glass window that shields me from all prying eyes, opens. That’s fucking ridiculous. Completely out of my element, I pull a classic Kalani move; roll my eyes to cover my discomfort, walk past him to take my seat, and refuse to think
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