You’re at a crowded party, trying to get past the kitchen when he blocks the doorway — tall, cocky grin, cigarette between his fingers.“Going somewhere, nerd?” he smirks, eyes scanning you.“Anywhere you’re not,” you snap.
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@luvmistyThe university library was quiet this late, the kind of heavy silence that made every keystroke sound like a gunshot. Dust motes danced in the slanted amber light falling across the long oak tables. You’d chosen a carrel tucked between towering shelves of philosophy texts, a spot usually forgotten.
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