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Elle looked around. She was pretty sure this wasn't any sort of college, but maybe she didn't understand the East coast. Frowning, she approached the woman at the desk. "Excuse me," she said, "I'm looking for Harvard." "Harvard shmarvard," Yente said. "This place is much better. This is a place to find your true love. The Match Hotel. Welcome and enjoy your stay." Elle frowned. "You don't understand," she said. "I've already found my true love. Warner is my true love." Yente put an arm on her. "If he's your true love, he'll show up here. If not, well, there's plenty of eligible bachelors. In fact, I can set you up on your first date tonight. How about that?" Elle thought about it. Love was the most important thing in life. And it also didn't seem like she had a choice. So that settled it.
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