"Much," I squeak as my heart continues to jackhammer painfully under my breast.He glances around and asks, "So, where's what's-his-face? Hasn't he been meeting you after class?"I send him one of those I-don't-really-want-to-talk-about-it looks, and he immediately chortles, which isn't a good look on him. "Jeez, Vi, ran another one off already, huh? That was fast. Even for you.""Eight days," I confirm reluctantly. Which is par for the course where I'm concerned. My relationships have absolutely zero staying power. I've had cartons of milk sitting in my fridge that have outlasted some of these guys.Which is...yeah...just plain sad."I don't know why you bother."I shake my head and agree with the sentiment. "Me, neither." "Off to sociology?"I'm not even sure why he asks. The guy probably knows my schedule better than I do."Yup, then I'm done for the day." Although I do have a ton of studying to plow my way through this afternoon, which is pretty standard. There
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