"Professor, are we good to go?"

Roseanne's voice jolted Owen back to reality.

"... Yes, we're all set."

"Thank you."

Owen couldn't help but glance at her waist again.

It wasn't anything inappropriate; it was just...She was so thin!

Was she even eating properly?

...

Murray sat in front of the vanity from sunrise to sunset, and then till the sun rose again the next day.

It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep; he simply couldn't.

His mind tirelessly and uncontrollably wandered through memories.

There were moments of pure bliss and love shared between them, and then there were the times he'd been an absolute jerk.

Only when the first light of dawn crept in did Murray manage to break free from the mire of his reminiscences.

At 8 AM, right during rush hour, he changed into clean clothes and drove to the most popular bakery on Bluebell Path.

What usually took a half-hour drive took him a whole hour today.

I'd like a

a sec, then asked, "You want

"The whole thing."

you were two minutes later, you'd have had to wait for the next." Murray

she made small talk: "Buying a cake this early,

girl... ex-girlfriend loved

the young clerk conjured up an entire romance novel in

protagonist, and

in the mood for chatting, took the cake, got into

door: "Wow... a sports car, huh..."

...

classes, Mamie and

outside the classroom building, Mamie couldn't help but smack her lips: "I'm kinda thirsty." Scales

his silence,

the coffee shop outside before heading to the lab? My treat - what

Scales: "..." As expected!

stop her; she could keep

"I'm not thirsty."

on, Caley, you're such a

go with you, but I'm not

no fun drinking alone; you've got to

"...But I..."

him off, "I know, you're all about that gym life! Can't have anything

could recite his diet in her sleep at

get something with zero sugar

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