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She lost that light, the only thing that shone in Philipsburg, Montana. She’s been away for fifteen years, still remembers them begging her to stay, but she left to make herself into something great. Now, she isn’t the star of any place, still waiting tables until lunch is over. Or maybe, she never starved for anything larger than a lifetime of wondering about TV shows and of hoping for a gentle moment–she waits because she’s never thought of anything more.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Waiting at IHOP
She lost that light, the only thing that shone in Philipsburg, Montana. She’s been away for fifteen years, still remembers them begging her to stay, but she left to make herself into something great. Now, she isn’t the star of any place, still waiting tables until lunch is over. Or maybe, she never starved for anything larger than a lifetime of wondering about TV shows and of hoping for a gentle moment–she waits because she’s never thought of anything more.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
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