Fleeing out of dorm room 223, Olivia’s feet can’t keep up with her brain. Her phone slips out of her sweaty palms as she struggles to dial her roommate’s number. The date Saturday, March 5, hastily appears on her screen. As Olivia exits the building, her mind is in a daze. Vivid images of the night fill her head. The only thing forcing her back to reality is the whoosh of cold air that smacks her face. Her body is shivering. The sole fabric covering it, a sheer white lace dress. She questions the promises made the night before.
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