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Altea asked me to go home. I didn't want to because she's obviously still bruised and needed a lot of medical care, but she refused to stay in the hospital which she quoted as the place for not so aesthetic people. She said she didn't want to be there because that would make her less aesthetic. I wanted to facepalm, but she sounded so serious. I just sighed and agreed to whatever she wanted. She told me to ask Kristoff to take her home which I did. I really can't believe her sometimes. How can she still act cute on other guys in spite of what just happened to her? I sipped my coffee as I watched the view outside. It's rainy. I love watching the rain. It calms me. I'm so glad that it's the weekend and I don't have to worry about going to school. I honestly just want to sit here and relax