‘Well, if there was she’d be patient zero. She is just filthy, everybody says so.’
‘You forget all about liking Sasha,’ said Vetis, patting Kaarl on the shoulder. ‘We’ll find you something better, something that isn’t mean and riddled with herpes.’
‘I don’t like Sasha –’
‘That’s the spirit.’
The bell saved Kaarl from any more of the mildly disturbing conversation. The trio gathered up their belongings and made their way to class.
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