Thirty-third | 33 days, 23rd hour
"Give it back, Cain, it's not funny." Cain pulls his hand back, making me stretch forward so our chests are practically just inches away from each other. Hovering over him, I try to grab my diary, but end up pulling backward since we're too close. Not that we haven't been this close before. It's just that my diary's at stake here. "February 14. Last year. 20th hour," He read aloud, making my cheeks flush slightly at the recall of memories. "Mom and dad gave me a new iPhone for topping the ranks again." "December 25. The year before that. 1st hour," He looked at a different section now. "Mom couldn't make it. Dad couldn't either. Vincent ended up giving me several books instead." "June 23. The year before the before. 3rd hour," He was turning from page to page. Reading random parts. "
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