JULIANAfter my mom left that night, I headed straight to the shower. The hot water felt good against my skin, washing away the leftover tension. My mind kept drifting back to the way he had looked at me I got out, dried off, and threw on some comfortable clothes before heading to the kitchen. I was starving, my stomach felt like it was eating itself. I opened the fridge, but there was basically nothing. Just some old takeout containers and a half-empty bottle of water. Great.I grabbed my phone and ordered pizza from the usual spot, adding extra toppings because I deserved it after the day I’d had. The guy on the other end of the line was friendly, asking if I wanted any sides or drinks with it.“Yeah, throw in some garlic bread and a soda,” I said. “And make it quick if you can. I’m starving over here.”“Sure thing, man. Should be there in about twenty minutes.”I hung up and waited in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV without really watching anything. The pizza
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