"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.

like a mango crepe

then asked, "You want the whole

"The whole thing."

were about to slice it. If you were two minutes later, you'd have had

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

ex-girlfriend loved

the young clerk conjured up an entire

who's the protagonist, and who ended up being

chatting, took the

at the counter, watching him through the glass door:

...

morning classes, Mamie and Scales

building, Mamie couldn't help but smack her

his silence,

we grab something to drink from the coffee shop outside before heading

Scales: "..." As expected!

she could keep the conversation going all on her

"I'm not thirsty."

you're such a buzzkill!

with you, but I'm

It's no fun drinking alone; you've

"...But I..."

that gym life! Can't have

in

could get something with zero sugar and

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