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Amanda twirled the bottom of her shirt nervously, worrying her cracked lips between her teeth. She looked around the giant classroom and debated where to sit. She’d never been in a classroom so big, college really was way more intimidating. She found a seat in the middle rows, off to the left, almost in the corner. She could see the professor but she wasn’t too close or too far. Perfect. Her uneven nails snagged against her ripped jeans, causing her to pick at them, taking what little polish was left off. She knew she probably looked...
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Lucas worriedly glanced around the small park, beginning to panic. Where had Melissa gone? “Melissa!” He called, cupping his hands around his mouth. He couldn’t spot the small 7 year old anywhere. He knew he was an awful father. How could he have not known she disappeared? Was she taken? He had looked away for 2 seconds. It was no wonder she didn’t like him. They were supposed to be having a fun picnic, something to have bonding time. He was not supposed to lose his daughter. “Melissa!” He called again, more urgently. He ...
Quick warning: a tiny bit of homophobiaTravis gave the grumbling barista a small smile as he picked up his coffee, though he only received a dismissive wave in response.He didn’t take it personally. Maybe she was just having a bad start to her day.Her name tag red ‘Amy’. Simple enough to remember, though not many people looked. Who really cared about the name of the person who prepared their coffee?As he wasn’t in a rush, Travis sauntered over to the nearest free table, a small 2 person table situated in the middle of the little caféhe ...
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