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May. 8th, 2017 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cutyouthefuckinhalfSara doesn't really like to admit it, but she's hitting a rhythm here. Twice a week she checks the Darrow Home for Children, gets groceries, and checks the newspaper for jobs that might interest her. Every day, she takes walks, and she's started to build a rock wall around the property line of one of the houses in the countryside. It's one of the abandoned ones, but it looks like someone's cleaned it up a bit. She's kept her eye on it, but nobody's been by except her.
It's something, anyway.
Today is the same as any of those other days. At the end of it, after she's come back to this apartment, she finds herself pacing. She circles it, then huffs a sigh and lifts her phone.
Can I come over? This apartment is too small.
She sends the text to Greta and hopes that she's been out of Fairy Tale Land, or whatever the fuck it's called, that she knows how to text, even if these phones are a little small.
It's something, anyway.
Today is the same as any of those other days. At the end of it, after she's come back to this apartment, she finds herself pacing. She circles it, then huffs a sigh and lifts her phone.
Can I come over? This apartment is too small.
She sends the text to Greta and hopes that she's been out of Fairy Tale Land, or whatever the fuck it's called, that she knows how to text, even if these phones are a little small.
