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I spend the morning studying in the library. It’s just over a month now before I take the bar, and though I’ve been diligent with hitting the books, there’s still so much more to cover. Liam doesn’t return by lunch, so I grab a container of prepared chicken scaloppini from the fridge, heat it up in the microwave, and eat alone, standing over the sink. Then I go back into the library and study for several more hours, losing myself in the work. I’m surprised when I look up at the clock later on and discover that it’s after six. I guess Liam and I have different ideas of what “a few hours” means, because he’s been gone all day. Considering we only have three more days left, that stings. I eat dinner, trying not to feel sorry for myself. I study some more. When I can’t concentrate any lon
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