My fiance has offered to escort me to classes. I've declined so far. Maybe I'm just being vain. He could just be standing there, watching everyone go past. I doubt I'm quite so special as to deserve my very own stalker. As long as he does nothing but watch, what is there really to fret about? It's kind of flattering, really.
It's a blow to my pride to remember that I am not, in fact, at the center of the universe, but I'll endure, somehow.
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