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Caving
Hannah’s insufferably girly script stared at me from the slip of paper in my hand. There was only one word on it.LoganFollowed by a heart with a toothy smiley-face in it which I couldn’t easily look away from. It was the eyes. They were following me when I moved the paper around in my hand, like those of a haunted painting.Ugh. I gave the back of Hannah’s head another glare and, for the hundredth time, mentally repeated the argument we’ve had over and over this last month. Only this time I won...
Masturbation