Olivia walked through the halls of Harvard, feeling dejected. She stood facing the outside; thinking about what would life be like if she was never part of the ‘fringe’ department. She knew there were many pros: a social life, happiness, no nightmares, but she also knew there were cons: she would have never met Peter. Peter. She smiled to herself and heard footsteps behind her. She spun around and stood face to face with Peter.
“Hi,” Olivia said. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Hey,” Peter replied, stuffing his hands in his pocket....
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