“I miss Adam. It’s been a month since we’ve seen each other. I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” I focus on my torn nails as we amble across the parking lot.
“What do you mean? Stay here, or stay with him?” She stops in front of the entrance doors.
I swipe my key card over the security lock and swing the door open. “I love him. We’re miserable apart, and we have two more years of school.”
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