Oct 14, 2016
Lynne had only just arrived at Queens. She didn’t have much in the way of stuff. However, what she did have a lot of was clothes. She had bags and bags of clothes, most of which were still in her car, though she was currently struggling to carry a particularly large and heavy load, she had only made it to the lobby before putting the black bag down and stopping to take a break. Clothes were always heavier than they seemed. After all, individually, they weighed nothing, but in bulk, if felt like trying to lug a box of books. As she paused to catch her breath, she caught the eye of someone. “Oh my god,” she said not really believing it was her old rival. It couldn’t be. @benjamin-gibson
