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Taking a sip from her hot matcha, Camilla scanned the scene. Dawn was closing in, and those off to early work shifts flocked to the best affordable coffee in town. At least thirty people were waiting in line for their daily dose of caffeine.When Camilla had asked for a hot matcha, the barista had given her a look. Said look dissolved when her hand had gone to the tip jar, a five in hand. She actually did like the green tea, as much of surprise as it was to most. Matcha tasted like the forest.Camilla walked through the crowded shop, searching...
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When I lost everything, I didn’t think about where I would go, I just went. In the back of my throbbing head, I knew that my friends would keep me safe. My friends were the one grace I had been granted, and I clung to that blessing.I think the reason we all met one fateful day might have been because we all were pushed away from others. The stars were never in our favor, yet, fate brought us together in a single act of kindness that day.I had been looking for a quiet place to eat and do homework. Usually, I would just sit with Jake’s group, ...
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Genni had made a promise, and she never broke a promise. Raven, her father, had told her that his word was the most valuable thing he owned. Genni was a toddler at the time, and took it to mean that a good word would help their family have money to eat. She had promised her father that her word would be golden. That promise was never broken. Her brother had lent her his jacket when it had gotten unnaturally cold one day, and Genni had promised to return it without a single stain. She had gone to great lengths to keep it that way, a...
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