Her trembling fingers are rippling the clouds in her latte.
She's such a distracted little thing: biting her fingers so hard the nail polish is staining her teeth.
"Come on, Kit." her mind urges/ "You can do this. He'll be here. Calm down. Drink the coffee."
It took eight fingers to tame the styrofoam earthquake and another two to help raise it to her
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