“We had one duvet. You were cold, I was cold, your chest was warm, and my hand was warm. Explanation equals shitty winter weather. That is what happened! End of. Not talking about it” I uttered quietly, dropping my eyes to the horizontal lines of the dark oak floor under my toes. I shook my head gently “I'm going to be late for school. Just make yourself at home okay. Stevo will be up soon!” My voice fell slightly as he exhaled sharply. Turns out the argument had affected more than just me...

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