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“I have practice plans.”
“Bring those too.”
“I have dignity.”
“Leave that. It’s heavy.”
Lila points toward us.
“Bookstore therapy.”
I pull on a coat.
“Fine.”
My phone vibrates on the desk.
Kane.
I stare at his name.
Noor notices.
“You going to answer?”
“No.”
I pick up the phone anyway.
Kane: Morning, Footnote.
No mention of the posts.
No apology for turning me into campus entertainment simply by looking at me too often.
Me: I’m legally changing my name and leaving the country.
His answer arrives immediately.
Kane: Saw the poll.
Me: I hope your phone explodes.
Kane: Basketball genius is winning.
Me: That does not help.
Kane: Better than random fan.
Me: I’m going blind before I wear those glasses again.
The typing bubble appears.
Kane: Don’t.
I pause.
Me: Don’t what?
