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Every Friday MorningFriday, January 3rd
Every Friday morning at a quarter to ten, she steps into the shop to order her coffee.
I know because I’m always here when she arrives.
My train of thought crashes into a heap of twisted metal and burning ideas. None of it matters when I hear the bell of the door chime and she walks in bleary eyed and desperate for caffeine. I can never figure out if her eye-liner is smudged deliberately, or if she passed a hand over her eyes by accident and didn’t notice. Whatever the case, her eyes are beautiful, a stormy gray. They are the color of the ocean.
My fingers are frozen on my keyboard, and in those five minutes it takes for her to buy her coffee and leave, the world around m
Falling Stars : Chapter 3
Monday, August 25th 2008
“I can’t believe Mr. Phillips already assigned us this much homework…”
Robin glanced over at Jude when he spoke. He was tapping the eraser of his pencil against his Calculus homework, clearly disgruntled he hadn’t finished all of his work over the weekend. Now he was sitting at their lunch table, with only twenty more minutes to finish half of the assignment.
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