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from deep within the mount

the voice croaks. "I

d the twenty-four-hour booze flu," I singsong gleefully before yanking open the thick, u

f pity for someone who knowingly infl

w further into the abyss of blankets and pil

nce as I add with false pity, "Oh, and don't you have Calculus this bright and

go. Not today. Too sick. Head poun

t get in the way of attending classes? I made

year, I'm not interested in partying. My sole objective is my classes. But moving in with Brooklyn, who I've

g another pillow over her face,

ve loudly around the room, preparing for my nine o'clock class. Gra

utters from un

k that's wha

lows and blankets. "But I'

of th

bab

sure if she agrees or disagrees with that statement. But since she's e

water and two acetaminophen tablets on the table beside her bed. "Take the p

nitely hold her liquor. I thought for sure when I'd texted last night to meet me outsid

n't turned out to be the case. Nor had

-win in

be a much happier person if you got laid on

y person." My sunny dispositi

ast year...it hadn't

inking at the harsh sunlight pouring in through the large bank of east-facing windows. She covers her eyes with a hand as i

ng blonde hair is in total disarray and her skin is waxy lo

tion, you look just

" she g

" I wrap a turquoise scarf around my neck before grabbing my oversized

the door, I whip it open an

f bed right now," I bell

the door. It falls pathetically short of its mark. I

aim?" A future softball competitor, she is not. It's d

lmost hits its inten

snakes out from the thick pi

ing late for. I try to multitask on the fly as I read a text sent by one of my professors. Even though this bad habit is always

k into a wall. With a grunt, I stagger back a few

knowledge, walls

lly to hollow out because I thin

r

row this guy into my oblivious path within

at question is a

wind ruffles his gorgeous hair as we stand in the middle of