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With a to-go cup of coffee, I marched to my dorm building, seeking the shelter it provided. I had succumbed to my desire of getting out and ended up regretting it when a guy openly hit on me while I waited for my coffee. I almost ran off without the coffee. I would have if the girl preparing it hadn’t called my name at the last second.
There were days when I wondered why the hell I was still here. Why I still submitted myself to this torture. Was it worth it? I didn’t know anymore.
I was half a block from my dorm when I saw Garrett’s truck parked on the street—odd spot for him, since I knew he had a guaranteed space in The Bat’s driveway each time he came over—I had heard Jennifer commenting about it before I stopped hanging out with her and the other girls.
Garrett leaned against t
