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I’m sorry, I thought you ordered the angst omelette. Let me take that right back to the kitchen.
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“Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.”
— Catherine Garbinsky, from “The Princess & the Thorns,” Even Curses End
Forgotten Letter #68 by James Andrew Crosby
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“I’m not really,” he answered. “Just here to show my face. I don’t agree with most the stuff that’s being said.” The blonde answered back. He was keeping his voice down. He didn’t need anyone jumping down his neck for his thoughts and views. He simply wanted to here to president out. To see what was upcoming in the town.
He glanced over towards the woman standing next to him and offered her a small smile. “What’s your opinion on everything his saying? Do you agree with it?” He asked. He took one single step closer to the other, so he could hear her answer more clearly.
“I think he makes some points,” she answered amicably, “But I can’t say I agree with any of it.” That was her best solution to a nice way to say that she thought the president to their talent company was speaking out of his ass. She leaned closer to him so any of the higher ups wouldn’t notice their conversation as they probably would if she was further away.
Anisa glanced at the man beside her who admittedly, was pretty attractive– though it’s not like she was looking. Sticking out her hand to him like she had been told was the most appropriate way to introduce herself, “Anisa. Can’t say that I’ve gotten to know anyone here so I’m afraid that I don’t recognize you.” She smiled sheepishly at him.
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When the president had started talking, she was earnestly listening. Eager to show how committed she was to keeping her contract with the company after her hiatus during her recovery– not to mention the disaster reputation that she had built in the upcoming years.
But it had been over an hour and now, she was starting to feel the familiar impatience that she was trying to stomp down at; like any disagreeable trait that she had. Discreetly, rolling her eyes, she looked over at the person next to her before whispering, “How are you even paying attention to this?”
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