Grades Ruin Everything Comments

Peter knocked and Lisa opened the door. She didn't greet him, like she usually did, she just nodded and looked away, making a face that reminded Peter of when he was ten - and in trouble. I was on the large, red couch, coiled up tightly at one end, a textbook in my lap and a highlighter in hand, like a knife. The song "Bad Sneakers, " was playing throughout the suite.

Anna was in the kitchen, washing glasses in the sink and she didn't look up, watching the suds like she thought something important was happening beneath those bubbles. Peter knew something was wrong - it was a little obvious - he just didn't know WHAT.
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