She sits alone. Her hair is blond (sorta)and she lifts up her head only occasionally to check the time. She looks down, sees a bug, and steps on it. Her skirt is black, and so is her soul. Her frail fingers tap her pen against her binder as if she's only pretending to concentrate. I think of the bug. Her phone rings, which makes me think she's
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Btw, this is Andi's friend Joanna, we met at her birthday party. Add me?
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