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23. I’m Not The Only One
~ WILLA's POV ~ There were plenty of crazy-ass people in New York City, and today I was one of them. I surprised a group of elderly Chinese tourists because I was running barefoot in Central with nothing but a coat and a towel on. Going all the way back to Brooklyn didn’t make sense to me, and Wes’s dorm room was only a stone’s throw away across the park. Finally, after a good twenty minute run, I made it to the Columbia campus. It was the first day back to school and the place was packed. And again, I was the center of attention. “Excuse me, coming through,” I shoved past the guys that were walking out of the dorm building. Some guy whistled and hollered, but I just ignored him. If he only knew what I just did this morning with a fork, he wouldn’t be hollering. “No girls
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