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Chloe didn't mean to be here. Metropolis University wasn't her safety school, but it wasn't first choice. Theoretically, NYU was first, followed by Columbia. She'd gotten in both places, gotten enough financial aid from the schools, from Lexcorp, to go to New York if that was what she really wanted.
Chloe looked at the quad, where Pete and Clark were playing frisbee shirtless. Looked to her lap, where Lana's head lay as she napped. "Hey, sleepy girl," she said, dropping a kiss on Lana's forehead.
Lana murmured, turned over.
Four years to get her girl out of Kansas. Chloe could do it.