ㅤ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ㅤ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

. . . yeah

im so happy for you mike. i need to start commissions, its just. . . im not really a people person.

why. . . did you need surgery on your arm?

she looks at him, the expression on her face blank. "you? at trade school?"

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ㅤ look, you don't have to pretend to be friends with me, okay? i'm fine, so just leave me alone! ㅤ

"no it's not that. . ." she says flatly, grimacing. "i just thought you didn't care about school that much."

she rolls her eyes. yeah and i hardly have that. my tolerance for bs over the years has. . . worn itself thin.

well. . how are you feeling now?

"right. . . ." she says, her eyes narrowing. "meh. . . not really. how about you?"

no.

what . i'm working retail to make a living. luckily i already won some scholarships. but. . . retail isn't exactly the most fun.

her eyes widen a bit. "really?"

how long until it heals .

ㅤ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ㅤ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ