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olarship," Professor Cromwell said, his voice cutt
den sculpting table, her knuckles turning white. The syll
his wooden pointer against the chalkboard. "And to break you out of your comfortable li
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canvas apron. She hated athletes. They were
a cardboard box onto his d
ne. When it was her turn, she reached into the dark box. Her trembling fin
slip. Her eyes locked
Forr
ng. The air in the room
sper's shoulder and let out a loud, dramatic
he studio snapp
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and settled in her cheeks. She crumpled the paper
signaling the
ives into her heavily scratched canvas bag, yanked the z
t her face, but it didn
versity directory. Her fingers shook slightly as she typed h
ut a rigid, overly polite text message explain
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red almost instantly b
ind. Five minutes passed. Then
f ignoring her instantly triggered a memory
pushing through the crowd. Slade Forrester, laughing with hi
Vesper's vintage brass-cornered suitca
pen, spilling her grandfather's custom, hand-forge
t a careless "My bad," and disappeared into the crowd while Vesper fell to her
hair across her face, pulli
e tasted copper. Polite texts weren
's basketball team was currently holding an
g. She turned on her heel and marched towa
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