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Getting Ready
(Isabella) Charlotte picked me up. Well, Charlotte was at Sam’s when we got back and offered to let me get ready at her place to give the boys some space. I was nervous about going back to her apartment for some reason, I was worried things changed, and I was worried that they hadn't. Her room was as nice as any college apartment could be, and it felt like she’d lived there longer than the year and a half she had. Photos crowded the walls of her friends back home, her family, and a ton of our friends here. I flopped on her bed and glanced around trying to see if any of the ones of me were still up, but not wanting to make it too obvious. She sat on the bed next to me and met my gaze. “I couldn’t take them down,” She sighed, “Any of them, I always hoped, well I knew that we would be f
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