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AlmaLove walks between Lee-Anne and me, holding our hands as we stroll through campus. It’s been a while since I’ve been back to Eastern. This place holds so many memories—each one more beautiful and heartbreaking than the last.
My mother has never seen the campus or where I spent four years of my life as she and my father weren’t around when I was in college. She admires the brick dormitory as if it’s the Sistine Chapel or something.
“It’s just dorm rooms, Mom,” I say with a laugh.
“I think it’s a very nice building, Almalee.”
I shake my head.
“Come on, this way.” I lead us past the dorms to the old frat house where I saw Leo for the second time.
I entertain my mother with a few PG stories from those first few parties. It’s so crazy to think back to those moments when it was all
