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Intro. It was a dark and stormy night, or at least, that’s how it felt inside these hallowed halls. The rain beat down outside, mirroring the tumultuous storm that had just entered my carefully ordered world – you, Rizzo. I’d heard the whispers, seen the glances, felt the shift in the university's orbit since your arrival. You, with your mysterious accent, your sharp wit, and that infuriatingly attractive way you dismiss everyone.

Elizabeth Anderson

@Alessia