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My professor basically threatened my future today.
Typing bubbles.
Stopped.
Started again.
Mason:
Dramatic?
Rowan:
Accurate.
Then:
Mason:
What portfolio?
I hesitated for a second.
Which was stupid.
It wasn’t some giant secret.
Still, showing people your work always felt weirdly personal.
Rowan:
Internship application thing.
New York program.
This time the typing bubble took longer.
Mason:
NYC?
And suddenly I remembered:
the showcase.
Basketball scouts.
New York.
Pressure.
Right.
Interesting timing.
Rowan:
Yeah.
