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bed, because for once that harried air of chaos that always coated the
Stanford campus was missing. And Olive—Olive had a lab for next year.
Everything she’d worked toward since fifteen, it was finally going to
happen.
Life didn’t get much better than this.
She smiled, smelling the flower beds and humming a tune under her
breath as she and Adam walked quietly, side by side. As they made their
way across the quad, her fingers slid down from his wrist and closed around
his palm.
