But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.
Sarah DessenHe's getting dumped. And he doesn't even know it yet. He's probably eating a cheeseburger or flossing or picking up his dry cleaning, and he has no idea. No inkling.
Sarah DessenMaybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.
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