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Chapter Thirty - Firsts Heath “Son of a b***h!” I blurted out, as I cut myself for the third time. I threw down the straight edge razor and used the edge of my t-shirt to stop the bleeding of the new knick I’d just cut in the edge of my jaw. “What the hell am I trying to do?” I growled at myself, holding up Hannah’s broken mirror to glare at my half-shaved face. Hannah gave me a motherly look. She’s been doing that a lot lately, I thought. She picked the old-fashioned straight edge razor out of the dirt and cleaned it carefully, and then pulled the file out of my bag and began to sharpen it. “What you are doing is making yourself presentable for your first official date with your mate.” She said with infuriating sensibility. “My first ever date with anyone,” I pointed out irrit