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TWELVE | MOVING ON
"Did you just get thrown out of his room?"
"I guess..."
Lydia was passing by the corridor and found me sitting on the floor trying to understand what he said about rubbing something in my face.
"Pull me up." I reached out for her hand.
"What happened in there?" She asked, grabbing the tray with coffee spilled all over.
"I forgot to put sugar in the coffee."
"He got so mad about just that?"
"And I might have put buttermilk in it instead of milk by accident," I chuckled inwardly as I said that.
"No shit! I am surprised that he didn't throw you down the stairs."
"Pfft..."
I brushed my messed up hair with my fingers, and Lydia found his fountain pen's cap entangled in it. She burst out laughing.
"Now tell me the truth. What did he do? Did he bend you over his desk?"
The door to Ian's bedroom flung open, and he appeared with an empty breakfast plate, which he set into the tray that Lydia was holding
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