I'm sitting at the BrickTown Coffe co. and sipping my black coffee nervously, my hands trembling. What will you think of me after all these years? Is it my fault we stopped talking? how different will things be? My mind is running wild, my leg bouncing up in down. It doesn't help that I didnt take my medication today either. I adjust my glasses and comb a hand through my hair, I'm dressed in jeans with a t-shirt and a wrinkly blazer. Im not the most fashionable, eh. I sigh and look around.
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