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Day 451

Continuation of yesterday's writing...


I’d never been inside, but I had imagined it would smell like spices and jewel-toned velvet drapes would cover the walls. Catching me in my daydream, my mom would walk over to me with her fresh manicure and gently rub my shoulder as I stood there in the aisle. She’d check her phone every so often and look over her shoulder to see if she’d recognize anyone who’d walk in. We were only a mile from my school after all and my mom is the social type who can be friends with anybody.


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