“Olive—she’s exactly like you. No one’s ever really said it, but she’s quiet. Serious. A bit reserved when you meet her,” she continued, like she wasn’t yanking on some raw, exposed part of me that I’d never heard anyone verbalize before. “She doesn’t like a loud, crazy environment if she’s not expecting it. Makes it easier to think about how to fit in here,” she said. Then she smiled. “I’ve got two peas in a pod as my brand-new roommates, so it helps that she’s exactly like you, as long as you guys can make room for me while I’m here.” Then she patted my arm and walked back toward Olive,
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