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You handed the cashier your money and took your hot coffee. It was a cold, winter day at Yale and you had nothing planned so you decided to go out.
Taking a seat on a bench, you grabbed To Kill a Mockingbird out of your bagand started reading. A few minutes in, you started feeling a piercing stare on the back of your head. You slowly peeked behind you and barely met the eyes of a blonde haired boy before he turned his head away hastily. A blush crept on your cheeks as you continued reading.
