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KILLIAN I give up on attending my classes for the day exactly two hours after I arrive at med school. And yes, they’re important and I should probably be present, put up with the general anxious atmosphere of my colleagues and the ego of professors who think they’re special just because they’re older and have some experience. Thing is, I’m distracted as fuck. An emotion I haven’t experienced…well, ever. I tend to be focused to a fault, methodical to the point of weeding out any need for impulsive action. And yet, my systems, my patterns, and the very marrow of my life are being disturbed by a certain fucking rabbit. I run a hand through my hair as I listen to the ringing for the dozenth time this morning. When it goes to voicemail, I pull it from my ear and stare at it while tapping the back once, twice. Three times. Maybe I should’ve chained her to me, after all, so I could choke the fuck out of her when she’s being difficult for no reason. “You’re not coming?” Stella, a colleague wit