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“Is there anything else that’s more creative than flowers and edible arrangements for Mother’s Day?” He sighed, strolling down the aisle of the store that made it very well clear that Mother’s Day was around the corner and everyone was rushing to get anything they could for their respective moms. “Look at what this card says: I’m sorry my gigantic head ruined your vagina. That’s something else.” He laughed. 

It was 6 in the evening, and Adaline was rushing to the catch the last bus back to Allston. She had an emergency meeting with the college dean and had to discuss the disciplinary case of a student selling unauthorized textbooks from the library online. Adaline had to stay late to make an inventory of the books that hadn’t been returned in the past few months while checking what was being sold online.  She ran all the way to the bus stop only to realize the last one had already left. She threw her bag onto a bench in frustration while thinking how she was going to get home. She sighed and said to the person beside her, “Do you think it’s humanely possible for me to walk 25 blocks without dying on the way?”

“Stay still!” January said as she tried to freeze the moment with her new camera. Photography was her new hobby, her therapist advised her to find a distraction. Her reaction startled the other person, their sudden movement ruined the shot. All those years she cursed paparazzis for taking those horrendous candids of her, now she was doing the exact same thing to a stranger. Except the stranger wasn’t a washed up children's-show presenter who was cut short when she's discovered by her producer smoking crack in her dressing room. Life was funny, wasn’t it? A sigh escaped from her lips first, she quickly pulled herself together and faked a smile. “I am going to take another one, try not to move this time.”

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“God, I’m sorry, tha’ll be my sister again,” Gwen laughed softly with a roll of her eyes, reaching for her phone as it vibrated on the surface of the table between them with a notification of a text message. She picked her phone up and, sure enough, it’s another stream of picture messages from Keelin. “Ever since Harry and Meghan got married I swear she sends me pictures from the ceremonies and screenshots of articles ev’ry wakin’ minute of th’day no matter how many times I’ve told her tha’ my weddin’ isn’ goin’ t’be nearly anythin’ as grand as tha’--”

"Do you think people know that they’re being scammed when they buy into all of this?” Isaac frowned at the newspaper in his hands, skeptical gaze focused on the weekly horoscope section. “It’s always written so vaguely... ‘You’ll meet someone who could change your life this week.’ -- Isn’t that just an inevitability of, you know, being a human who leaves their house sometimes?” He huffed a chuckle and shook his head, clearly not having the right type of cosmic faith for zodiac signs and horoscopes. “It might as well say that water is wet.”