Same place, new person

I should’ve brought my scarf. The early October air is sharp. It plunges daggers of chilled wind into me as I step out of Collins Hall. It’s 8:27 in the morning and I have three minutes to get from East Quad to McGuffey Hall. Impossible. I should just go back to bed. I don’t ever speak to anyone in this class, and sleep sounds really, really good. I could just turn around, head back upstairs and— No. I’ve skipped this class twice in the past two weeks, as well as several others. If I don’t go, I’ll feel like...

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