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Olivia Another day, another Olivia waking up with a smile. Just as the first rays of sun start tickling my face to convince me it's time to start my day, I remember a certain werewolf who asked me out on a date. Jacob didn't say when he wanted to go, we didn't make any plans, but I am almost certain he wants to have our date before we need to leave for England, which I think it's tomorrow evening. Which leaves today as the most logical option of when to have our date, and I am buzzing with excitement. I feel like I'm walking around, keeping a dirty little secret, after what I did last night, but I also have a feeling that I'll be touching myself while thinking about Jacob a lot more often. After a quick run to the toilet down the hall, because some of us still reside in the part of th