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A water bottle perched on a desk, cluttered with papers. Old writing, portfolios of work half-forgotten. A hand grips the bottle, untwists the cap, sips. Right now, her words are her only friend.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
The Desk
A water bottle perched on a desk, cluttered with papers. Old writing, portfolios of work half-forgotten. A hand grips the bottle, untwists the cap, sips. Right now, her words are her only friend.
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31/M/VA
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
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