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The morning was nice so I decided to go sit on the stone picnic benches in the University courtyard. I am about halfway through a chapter of my psych class when a shadow falls over the book. I look up, surprised to see Fletcher. “I heard you wanted to talk to me,” he says with a tone that suggests he is bored.

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