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all the way through the bus ride.
ly, my phone was silent, unless someone wanted notes, assignments, or n
te was a one-time act of kindness. Now I
you at least tell m
past six. I was only seeing it three hours later because I
et as the bus pulled up o
erything had taken longer than normal because my f
had lost
while I was making breakfast.
e work she did, and even though she had never treated me with
fired two d
d me something I had never expected from him. He said I should
d leave the house before she could fin
y before. Perhaps he felt guilty about yesterday. Or per
argue. I made breakfast, prepared her
, Shane drove past me. He saw me and only smiled. Then he drov
ore my first lecture, and the ne
hoped the traffic would be kind to me. It wasn't. By th
faculty building. Five minutes late.
e. I ran faster. Then I saw Shane. He was standing outside the faculty building wi
campus, making trouble and finding someone
me. I ignored them. I couldn't afford to
to cl
I didn't see the foot placed across m
floor. Pain shot through my right knee.
to push myself up. My leg woul
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ter becam
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up. He wa
in such a hurry a m
f the pain alone. It was the humiliation. The helplessness. The fact tha
blood treat me worse than strange
s as an excuse to miss P
laugh
favourite professor,
right leg refused to carry me. I could hear them laughing. An
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