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Sabrina

I’ in a cartoon and I’ frole opportunity to sit down or breathe

Well, technically I do a lot of sitting inat all, because we’re gearing up for our con law papers which rade, and I stupidly chose one of the hardest topics--the differing legal standards applied to examine the constitutionality of laws

Breakfast consists of a cheese croissant that I scarf down on the way from Advanced Political Theory to Media and Governet to finish it, because in h ca the croissant in a puddle of slush

My stoets louder and angrier when I meet with my advisor to talk finances I didn’t find any acceptance letters in , but I have to believe that I at least got into one of the programs I applied to And even the second tier schools will cost a pretty penny, which et into a top law school, there’ll be no BigLaw job offer with its BigLaw paycheck, and that , endless debt

After the , I have a one-hour tutorial for uy with Albert Einstein hair and the annoying, pretentious habit of incorporating REALLY BIG WORDS in every sentence he utters

I’uy, I’ up words on my phone’s dictionary app under the table There’s really no reason for a person to use the word parsial--unless they’re a total douche, of course But Steve thinks of hih rumor has it, he’s still a TA because he’s failed--twice--to defend his dissertation and can’t get an associate professorship anywhere

Once the er bag andlight-headed Fortunately, there’s a sandwich place in the lobby of the building I fly out the door, only to skid to a stop when a fareetsI’ve spent the last day and a half forcinghere, in the flesh

My gaze eats hiain His auburn hair is windblown, cheeks ruddy as if he’d just come in fros, and he’s got his hands hooked lightly in the tops of his pockets

"Tucker," I squeak

His lips quirk up "Sabrina"

"W-what are you doing here?" Ohwith me?

Someone jostles me from behind I hastily step away from the doorway to let the other students out I’m not sure what to say, but I knohat I want to do I want to throw s around his waist, andmy texts," he says frankly

Guilt tickles otten them Because I blocked his number

Still, e that he’s been texting I suddenly wish I knehat he’d said, but I’ for trouble

For so, "I blocked you"

Rather than look offended, he chuckles "Yeah I figured you ht’ve That’s why I tracked you down"

I narrow my eyes "And how did you do that, exactly? How’d you know I’d be here?"