I love to hate you
In Adam's hand was the leather case she was temporarily bound to, being admired in all corners.
"Oh, hey, can't figure out how to open it."
Within the speed of light, the leather case was out of Adam's hold. "That's not it," she buried it beneath her books and unzipped another pouch. "Here. Sorry, I should have been more precise." She wiped off an imaginary bead of sweat. "Okay, um, we're beginning with the outbreak of the civil war. What year was that again?" She nervously flipped through pages and even past the required page.
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