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Fresh Start?
--June 13th 2022-- Scrambling to find a seat at a tiny Café in LAX, in her classic black and white Bagueurs shirt and Tan colour cargo pants. Her usual braid resting over her right shoulder, instinctively tucking the stray piece of hair behind her ear. The only part of her outfit missing is the dual shoulder holsters - Duh, it's an airport. She brings out a tablet from her black backpack and sets it up on the small table. The waitress starts to walk over but she waves them away, placing a face mask on and immersing herself in her writing. Moving again. Fucking brilliant. I swear one of these days I'll actually be able to stay somewhere for more than a year. That's the record. 1 year, 2 months, 14 days. The fact I still know that is stupid. Let it go g̴̯̎ī̴̢̱́r̵͉̍̄l̴̜̇. You need too, for sanities sake. One more move, that's all I have in me I think. Whatever happens here, time to actually deal with it. I'm still sure no one actually figured out it was me that set t...
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