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I got an email last week reminding me to write to my scholarship sponsors, because the donors like to hear from us lucky recipients from time to time. “Just an update on how you’re starting out. It’ll help them picture your upcoming years,” wrote Jessica Tyrell, Scholarship Administrator. I don’t think she meant to make it sound like a threat, but there’s always the chance they won’t renew my scholarship for next year. And then what would I do?

Well, I guess Tommy said they were looking for a cashier at one of his jobs.

Crap formal letters like these always feel like they need pen to paper, so I get out a writing pad that I found jammed under the cushion in the couch. I chew on the pen and notice a coffee ring on the paper. It takes me several page turns to get to a semi clean page.

Dear Scholarship Board,

This is Lily Anderson. You awarded me a Merit Scholarship for socially disadvantaged youths. I am very grateful for the opportunity. I am enjoying my first semester at Duke, and am happy to be with such intelligent and similarly minded people. I love all my classes and although it is too early yet, I hope one day to become a doctor or a lawyer. Thank you.

Sincerely, Lily Anderson.

I tear up the “letter.” Even the dumbest privileged old fuck would be able to feel the insincerity dripping from my words. I could do a lot better, but honestly, all I can think about now is sex, and I don’t care with whom.

I squeeze my thighs tight.

On cue, Tommy texts me, asking if I want to hang out tonight, and if Beau will let me. Not that I need permission, but I don’t even know where Beau is. I woke up as he was putting on his pants this morning, and he left my room without saying a word or looking at me.