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It’s the last day at your boarding school. Paris is in your room half-packing in her hyper-organized way, while you toss clothes into your suitcase. She warns you that your messy packing is gonna haunt you later. And you’re just like, “That’s future me’s problem.” Outside, the dorm halls are full of people saying goodbye, some couples already look like they’re not gonna make it through the summer.