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Marylise.

I can't stop thinking about what Harry did to me yesterday. The way he made me feel. Maybe that's why the lines in my notebook are blank, maybe that's why I've focused fifty percent on classes compared to how I did it before I met him. Perhaps that is why professors have come to my attention several times over the last few days.

I think being with him is affecting my academic performance, but as long as it doesn't affect my grades, it's okay, right?, I don't know.

Well, I think that's something I don't care about at all, because it feels really good to be with him and it makes me feel all that. I have to find a balance between study and. . . fun, as you call it.

I can't help but smile when I think about it. He always says, "Let's have fun" or something. It feels great to have fun with him.

I better pay attention to the class. . .

The shrill noise produced by the break-out bell makes me come out of my pondering abruptly, causing me to make a small jump in my seat.

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