Holly Winslow let out an awkward cough. Sticking to the principle of 'deny everything unless caught red-handed,' she said, "We were just square dancing. Oh, look at the time, I have to go brush my teeth." With that, she hung up on Mortimer Quincy.
Looking at the girl's radiant smile on his phone's screen saver, the boy's long, slender finger tapped her picture on the head. "Wait 'til you get home, I'll deal with you then, you little troublemaker." After speaking, a smirk played on his lips.
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「Monday」
The weather was getting colder. To get the students more active, the school replaced the daily group calisthenics during second period with a run.
Halfway through the run, Holly Winslow's stomach started to hurt. She clutched it, bending over slightly. Her period had started the night before.
Iris Kensington, who was behind her, noticed and whispered as she ran, "Holly, does your stomach hurt? You should ask the class president to let you sit out."
