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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 6:30 pm
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Temperance Clark didn't typically go to the mall. Temperance Clark also didn't typically wear jewelry or eyeliner or socks with frills on them. And yet, here she was, about to get a shitty bagel at a shitty miniature kiosk in the mall. She'd needed new clothes, but first, food to shore herself up. Nothing was ever cute on her; she'd tried.
She was about to sit in one of the horrendously uncomfortable chairs that dotted the mall hallway (did malls have hallways - was that what they were called?) when she spied a somehow familiar head of hair. But, she thought the woman was taller, older, with the kind of beauty that Galadriel from The Lord of the Rings held. She pushed that thought away. It wasn't a part of the her she'd come to be. Temperance jogged over.
"Hey, A-ashley. Remember me?" That was her name, right?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 10:52 pm
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Melany didn't turn to look, not right away. She jolted, like she'd tripped over something, and turned, and said, "Uh, it's Melany, actually, and..." She squinted. "Uh... Didn't we have a math class at some point? Not one of the crazy ones. Like, vector calculus?"
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