You decide to go outside and relax for a bit, after all, Sasha has just been in a fight. You sit on a bench outside in the school yard, it was a nice warm, sunny day. You sit on the now very big bench beside the now very big Sasha. She looks a little worse in the sunlight, a small bruise on her right cheek along with some small scratches on her face. Her hair is a little messed, but she's doing what she can with her comb. You look up into the sky, squinting a bit from the sunlight. Sasha interrupts your sky-admiring. "I think we should go to my house now." "Why?" You ask. "Well, I don't wanna be outside with all the scratches on my face and stuff. I'd rather go home and clean myself up a bit." "What about your next period class?" "Who cares? Let's go, OK?" Her hand gently wraps around you.
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