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Chapter Forty-Five

Iris

Somehow, I manage to fall asleep.

I manage to get up, eat my breakfast, drink my coffee, go to school, study, work out, read.

Then I do it again.

Every day, it's a little easier to focus. To push Walker from my head.

He's still there, in the corners of my mind, waiting to pounce, to take over, to promise to either tear my heart in half or tape it back together.

I manage to spend most of Saturday studying.

And all of Sunday.

And then routine takes over, and I lose myself in the one thing I know I want.

Well, the thing that isn't him.

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