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Laurie, with Jane Eyre nestled in one of her arms, knocked on the door of one Josh Foley's dorm room. She had a short presentation due on Friday, and needed to finish the book (again, anyway) and build support for her current thesis. Josh had agreed to doing homework together, as he usually did, provided that she be open for questioning. She had, however, accumulated questions for him over the course of the day, even if she was still unsure as to whether she'd actually ask them or not.
The school was small, and rumors circulated quickly, and Laurie wanted to believe that they held no validity. She'd been at her mom's all weekend, though, and had returned to whisperings about her boyfriend, alone in a room with a strange and singular Cuckoo sister. People had picked up slivers of conversation, then quiet. Laurie pressed her mouth into a line at the implications that people had tried to push on her. No... No, that was just stupid.
She knocked again, just to be sure. "Josh?"
The school was small, and rumors circulated quickly, and Laurie wanted to believe that they held no validity. She'd been at her mom's all weekend, though, and had returned to whisperings about her boyfriend, alone in a room with a strange and singular Cuckoo sister. People had picked up slivers of conversation, then quiet. Laurie pressed her mouth into a line at the implications that people had tried to push on her. No... No, that was just stupid.
She knocked again, just to be sure. "Josh?"