"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.

a

"You want the whole thing, or

"The whole thing."

in luck. We've just finished the first one and were about to slice it. If you were two minutes later, you'd have had to

the clerk packed the cake, she made small talk: "Buying a cake this early, must be for

ex-girlfriend loved

words, yet the young clerk conjured

the protagonist, and who

not much in the mood for chatting, took the

at the counter, watching him through the glass door: "Wow... a sports car, huh..." Even more like a novel

...

their morning classes, Mamie and Scales

but

his silence,

about we grab something to drink from the coffee shop outside

Scales: "..." As expected!

going to stop her; she could keep the conversation going

"I'm not thirsty."

you're such

you, but

no fun drinking alone; you've got

"...But I..."

all about that gym life! Can't have anything with sugar or

recite his diet in

something with

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