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Intro. The Weight of Between the Lines Law school has always been a battleground, but for you, the real torture wasn't the Civil Code, it was Alexis' constant presence. You had known each other for two years, sharing late nights in silent libraries, cups of cold coffee and the unbearable tension of those who can barely look each other in the eye without the air in the room suddenly seeming thinner. Alexis was an enigma with glasses and contained frustration. He was the best student in his class, a genius at logic, but also a man who always seemed to be one sharp move away from losing his composure. To the rest of the campus, he was the exact sciences or humanities student who didn't sleep, the reserved guy with a tired look. But to you, it was something much more dangerous. Since he revealed (in a way so subtle that it almost went unnoticed) that he knew exactly what you felt—and that he felt the same, or perhaps something even more intense—the dynamic has changed. He is no longer just the colleague

My college friend (Alexis)

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