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Anh: Where the hell are you
Anh: OLIVE

Anh: OLIVE LOUISE SMITH
Anh: (JK I know you don’t have a middle name)

Anh: (But if you did it would be Louise FIGHT ME you know im

right)
Anh: Where ARE U?!?!?

Anh: Your missing so much YOU ARE MISSING SO

Anh: WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR ROOM I’M COMING TO YOU
Anh: OL we need to talk about this IN PERSON!!!!!1!!!!!!!!

Anh: Are you DEAD?

Anh: You better be IT’S THE ONLY WAY I’LL FORGIVE YOU FOR
MISSING THIS OL

Anh: Ol is this real life is iT jUST FANTASY SJFGAJHSGFASF
Anh: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
Olive groaned, rubbed her face, and decided to skip the other 125
messages and text Anh her room number. She went into the bathroom and

reached for her toothbrush, trying not to notice that the spot where Adam’s
had been was now empty. Whatever Anh was freaking out about, Olive was
likely going to be underwhelmed. Jeremy had Irish step-danced at the

department social, or Chase had tied a cherry stem with his tongue. Great
entertainment value, for sure, but Olive would survive missing either.

She dried her face, thinking that she was doing a great job of not
thinking of how sore she was; of how her body was buzzing, vibrating like
it had no intention of stopping, not two, not three, not five hours from now;

of the faint, comforting scent of Adam on her skin.
Yeah. A great job.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, someone was about to tear down
the door. She opened it to find Anh and Malcolm, who hugged her and

started talking so loudly and rapidly, she could barely make out the words—
though she did catch the terms “paradigm-shifting,” “life-altering,” and

“watershed moment in history.”