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It never really lasts that long, she mused as she closed the laptop, got off her knees, slipped on her skirts and rearranged her habit. With one critical look at the mirror, she adjusted her composure and set her face into the firm grimace of Sister Mary Catherine - one look wiping off every trace of Candy Can Mary.
It's been a couple dates now. 5 at last count. we've done couple-y stuff like going out to dinner followed by a movie, walks along the river talking about this and that and everything in between, even museums - check. How do I ask without asking?
It happens all the time, doesn't it? Whenever I try to just up and go, some new place where I try and settle down, to escape.
They find me again.
The class clown who only thinks he's funny, the emo chick, and the misfits who I want to be friends with, who I court with the same jokes I've used before.