The Unwanted Marriage
Old books intermixed with freshly waxed floors filled the air while traversing the hurrying corridors of the university-a forced marriage, a confusing encounter with MJ, and a painful breakup with Karen: all of these left a bitter aftertaste at the back of my throat, and I was determined to bury myself in my studies as if in search of some remnant of normalcy.
This first day, an unbearable cacophony of introductions, syllabus distributions, and inevitable small talk dawned like wild. I went out staring like in some daze, having my mind replaying the past few weeks. It was during this most incredibly boring macroeconomic theory lecture that I actually spotted her.
MJ.
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