Simmonds seemed to pick up the pace as she headed for the parking lot; it looked like she was in a rush to leave the campus grounds.
I could relate to that, though. The college was always crowed with people going back and forth between rooms across the various floors, large gatherings happening outside in the lawn and grass areas—the campus was just full of people. Perhaps Simmonds didn’t like being around people.
My heart began to flutter at the thought of Simmonds getting nervous around other people, “Don’t worry, my sweet, sweet Mary. I’ll protect you from everybody.”
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