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sunnydalealum) wrote2009-06-20 08:41 pm
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Her duffelbag is heavier than it should be, as she moves out through the AirTrain lobby and onto the street. She feels slower than before. Weaker.
She feels light enough to spread her arms and soar up into the sky.
The number's still in her cellphone's immediate memory; it's the last number she called.
"Hello?"
She feels light enough to spread her arms and soar up into the sky.
The number's still in her cellphone's immediate memory; it's the last number she called.
"Hello?"
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Beth's mouth closes hard, and there's a glimmer of righteous anger in her eyes.
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Muffled: "Everybody always wants us to be something we're not."
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He shakes his head just a second later, smiling wryly. "Challenge people's views of you, sugar. You'll feel better for it."
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It's plaintive when she says it, but then she blinks, as though unexpectedly stepping into sunlight.
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He's secretly excited for her sake. He can't even imagine being in her shoes, with such a clean-looking slate before her, and he can't wait to see what she decides to do with it.
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"It's okay. I've got time." She drinks the last of her coffee. "And in the meanwhile ... well, I'm told I still have a job."
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Her smile widens.
"When's the next event, Boss?"
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"Let's see, it's little over two weeks from now, as a matter of factoid."
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Back to work; back to life. You're real again.
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Brown eyes glancing at her cup, now empty. "Ready?"
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Beth pushes back her chair, and stands up.
"I think I am."