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29. A Funny Feeling
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2024-10-29 19:42:56My finals are done, and I'm just waiting for Mei to finish her semester. She is such the nerd. I tease her even though I know studying is her coping mechanism against homesickness. At least don't have that problem — if you don't count Jian, who's written me 15 real letters, countless emails, and our rare video calls when our busy schedules coincide.
Yeah, right, not a long-distance relationship.
I file away each letter, every email, each Hey There, Sweetpea. Every so often, I read through our conversations to remind me of him and keep him forefront in my mind. I can't wait to see Jian again and I unfairly resent him for being chosen to go to Florida this holiday break. Regardless, at least just thinking of him makes me forget Stefan, who I, thankfully, hadn't seen since spying him through the front window months ago. Thoughts of Jian help me remember who I am, the person I want to be, and reinforce my refusal to be fate's puppet.
On the first day I met Fel
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