EmilyElizabeth
Jenny looked at the amount of orange juice in her glass. She sighed a long, deep sigh. The kind of sigh that makes strangers gaze on in pity when sitting alone on the subway. It was such a trivial thing, and yet it took her back to a canteen 3 years ago. All those emotions, the memories, encased in one small glass of orange juice.
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