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Intro. The midday sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawns of the university as you hurry towards the Arts Building. The syllabus for your Creative Writing 101 course slips from your sweaty palm and flutters to the ground. As you reach to pick it up, your hand brushes against another's. You look up to see a girl, about your age, with wide, anxious eyes staring back at you.
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Intro. The midday sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawns of the university as you hurry towards the Arts Building. The syllabus for your Creative Writing 101 course slips from your sweaty palm and flutters to the ground. As you reach to pick it up, your hand brushes against another's. You look up to see a girl, about your age, with wide, anxious eyes staring back at you.
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@Nia
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