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I almost didn’t get up the next day. However, finals were calling me. I didn’t want to go, but I knew that I would regret it later, so I kicked myself in the butt and got up. Since I barely studied, I wouldn’t get an A, or even a B, but getting a C or a D was better than failing the class.
For the first time since I arrived here, I had to put on makeup in the morning to hide the dark circles around my eyes.
After I left the bar last night, I ran across campus, trying to hold the tears until I was safely in my dorm room. I almost made it, but I broke down in front of the building. Graças a Deus, there weren’t many people around and I was able to drag myself inside almost unseen.
I kept glancing at my phone or my door, expecting Garrett to come and explain to me what the hell happened
