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... to be the least of your problems?
I did.
Tuesday. 8:00 a.m. Econ 101. The kind of room where dreams go to flatline. Everyone half-dead, the projector flickering like it’s got commitment issues, and Professor Halifax droning on like he was paid by the syllable.
I was in my usual spot—back row, hood up, thick glasses fogged from the sprint across campus. I hadn’t even sat down fully before I noticed her.
New girl.
Sitting dead center like she owned the air. ...
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