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Union slams RTHK decision to pause Facebook updates after complaints from pro-Beijing site
https://www.hongkongfp.com/2018/03/09/union-slams-rthk-decision-pause-facebook-updates-complaints-pro-beijing-site/
Volunteer Coffee ✘ Priscilla & Poppy
It was one of Poppy’s days off, but she was far from slugging away at home. On this day, she was volunteering at the women’s shelter in town. It wasn’t the type of thing she normally did, but she’d seen it around and when one of the volunteers had visited the hospital to ask if someone with medical education could come down for a day now and then Poppy hadn’t been able to refuse. The mere thought of knowing what Kayla would’ve said, or even worse, how she would have looked at Poppy, was enough to convince her to go. Sure, they hadn’t been together for years, but nevertheless, she still held a fondness for the redhead, a reverence almost. Poppy knew how much volunteering meant to her, especially when it came to women and children, but even more than that she knew, she could almost picture the disappointment that would cloud Kayla’s features if she heard this...it was enough to motivate Poppy to spend her day off at the women’s shelter.
She and another young woman had just finished taking care of a woman who’d come in rather shaken. Poppy had dealt with the medical bit, a few scrapes and wounds that needed tending too, while the other woman–Priscilla, if she remembered correctly–dealt with the frayed bits of the woman’s mind. As soon as the woman exited the room Poppy pulled off the gloves, threw them in the trashcan and started putting away the utensils and bandages she’d used, making sure they found their rightful spot. Priscilla–if that was the correct name–, meanwhile, was washing her hands in the sink. A meek smile was phasing Poppy, and within a moment she managed a small smile herself, directed towards a woman she’d never met before.
Poppy went to gather the paper from the examination table, threw it in the trashcan and placed a new sheet of paper on it. “I wonder if they’ve got any decent coffee around.” she wondered aloud, while smoothing out the paper and making sure it was correctly placed.