c’est la vie

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.

It had been several months now since Brandita, or Felicity, or whoever she was, had found her way back home to Freeport. While things were still different, she was finally starting to feel less like a stranger in her own hometown. It felt like she belonged there in ways that it hadn’t when she first came back, and she welcomed it. She needed it, really. She finished her shift at the hospital and stifled a yawn as she made her way down the business district, keen on getting some coffee before she went home.