"Yeah," she grumbled. "Nice." The word slid across her tongue like ice. It was cold and hard and almost acidic. She frowned and turned away from him. Whende fiddled with the hem of her jeans, started to pick up her books. Any reason not to hold eye contact with him. "So, Mr. Argent. How've you been?" Her tone was still cold and resentful.
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