“You make me happy,” I told her. “So just… just stick around, okay?” “That’s the plan. Stick around, you graduate, I graduate, we go to colleges that are close by-” “Or to the same one,” I suggested. “Exactly. We’ll room together after I get there. I’ll join a sorority and then quit when I get tired of having to bring boys to date nights; you’ll have taken a ton of Philosophy classes your freshman year and you’ll annoy the hell out of me. Livin’ the dream.” “Philosophy is Robbie’s thing,” I corrected, unable to stop the corners of my lips from curling up despite myself. “I think I’d hate it.”
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