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Damn carbs! Adi sat slumped in a chair, trying to concentrate on the opening speech of the exchange program’s coordinator. A middle-aged professor dude in a wrinkled gray suit and a bow tie—a bow tie!—had been speaking for the last ten minutes.
Honor, happy to see so many, make us proud, blah blah blah. Maybe it wasn’t the carbs, maybe the dude was just so boring he could put a herd of cats to sleep. Mangling metaphors, sue me, Adi thought sourly, fighting to keep her head from falling forward.
She yawned, snapping her mouth shut, when the speaker glared at her mid-word. If only she hadn’t picked the front row. She shifted on the uncomfortable wooden seat as the coordinator mercifully finished up. She wouldn’t have lasted another five minutes.
Afterwards, Adi found herself at a stand
