She was lucky enough to have met a few people on campus already. Maria, Chloe her friend from Creative Writing, and Chloe’s roommate Kelsey from Band.
Her mother asked if she thought she’d see him. Knowing her mother it would be easiest to believe that it was never intended as a loaded question. But in that moment, it felt like a narrowly dodged bullet, a whizz she could still hear as it spun, cutting the air, right past her left ear.
Her response was quick, come from a place of deeply ingrained instinct. ‘No, I hope not,’ before she had given herself time to remember that there was no secret left. At least, not to these people.
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it's 11:56 and I just washed my hair and can't justify going to bed. send help
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