Addy was turning twenty today. There was nobody at her home, no presents on her table, not even a card for her in the mailbox- at least not yet - and for this reason she had been sitting in the same place for roughly an hour now, dreaming her future as she cuddled up with a book. It was a romance novel, her favorite actually, and although she’d read it at least five times it never seemed to grow old to her; regardless of the way the beloved always died at the end. And as usual, it amplified the melancholy feelings she always felt, which had already grown worse with the somber winter.
2007-11-07
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