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Chapter Thirty One
Rory’s POV I cradle the paper bag to my chest with the fear and anxiety of a first time mother with her new born child. Ten dollars for a sandwich, far more than I can afford to pay right now, but the smell of the deli as I walked in had my mouth watering, there was no way I was leaving without it. I don’t look up at all as I cross the parking lot, my eyes firmly on my feet as I walk, careful so I don’t slip on the icy path that has barely melted under the grit that’s been spread across the asphalt, making my way back to the administration building. I reach the heavily gritted area around the main entrance, letting out a relieved sigh, the heavy use of the area has broken down and melted the slippery surface, meaning I’m safe from my ass hitting the dirt. As I reach the door, it sudden
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