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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 536

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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