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"That's why I admire you," says the narrator.
"You adore me," I said as I walked down the corridor. I had already moved all of my possessions into the flat just the other day, but B had just just transferred in today, on the day before our classes started, because she had spent the previous two weeks with her parents out of the country.
I returned to the bedroom and retrieved another box. We each already have our own bedroom, but I imagine we'd ever use both of them at once.
After almost four hours of carrying boxes and sorting, we finally sat down in our apartment's living room. We didn't have a broadcast tv at the time, so I sat on the tabletop with my computer and went to the cinema. I'm still not sure how we managed to persuade my parents to let us live in a small house instead of the dorms. That was probably simply terrible luck. As I sat on our faded couch, which her mother had given us, I couldn't help but feel whole.
I remember crying on this sofa, pleading for Beatrice to forgive me. Had it not been for her, I'm not sure where I would have ended up. With B in my embrace, nothing could possible go wrong. Tomorrow is my volleyball tryouts, but Beatrice has informed that she will not be attending. Her arm had been troubling her since the accident, despite all of the treatment she had had.
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