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Window Pain

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This is a short blurb of a story I'm working on. I haven't decided whether or not it's worth pursuing. I figured I'd let actual readers tell me if they want more. College is supposed to be a time of finding yourself and what you're passionate about. But for Nora, college is about watching over her shoulder at all times, having a set of eyes on her at all time, and never being able to rely on anyone. She doesn't have time to find herself because someone else is already spending all his time trying to find her.
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