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audrey: hey short stack

to put things simply, she was in a rough state. 

Mornings weren’t her forte, either. she was on her third cup of coffee when she went to pick sugar up on her way to school. it was an unofficial tradition they had started recently; if anything just to give them a little more time together. but today was harder than other days. today she was running on little sleep, as it was one of the nights that sugar didn’t come over due to her dad. she just wanted to see her. 

(and maybe get a nap in at some point of the day.) 

“good morning, beautiful.” she stated with a small smile and tired eyes as sugar opened the door. 

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she was just trying to do her job. 

just trying to make it through the night; to close up after everyone went home. stupid apprenticeship. they gave her all the dirty work. cleaning, polishing, sanitizing, stocking... ugh. 

she stood by the door, arms crossed in annoyance as she leaned against the threshold -- 

     “hey, short stack, aren’t you a little young to be in here ? we’re closing up soon, anyways.” 

it was a nice change of pace, and she felt that maybe she could get on the serpent’s good side with all this. she laid out a notebook on the table with a few pens, her laptop already booted up off to the side. poetry was easy to her; she had written a little over the summer during dark nights, but other than that she hadn’t really dabbled in it unless it was for a class. this was going to be a learning experience for the both of them. 

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