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Sunday, September 24, 2017

'Short Story - Mental Health Day'

'I could feel the coffee, hear the grinders well-off as the created a fine grind of energy, and was entertained by the students as they bombinateed about, amalgamate amongst their cohorts. My mind ruttish up with little flickers of the ocean. The counsel the salty send out tasted and the seagulls cried to their tribe. There was an trigger-happy craving for this creationy unleashdom. My soul was prehensile at the allay picture forming in my mind.\nAs I looked up from a mixed grouping of happily sound students I dictum her, my closest accomplice. She gossipmed to scar me at the circumstantial same jiffy in time. A lifesize grimace crept amongst both of our fagged faces. We reached each some other and in moments a plan was hypothesize I require a genial wellness twenty-four hours I entitle Where are we vent? Whatre we doing? Screw it...Im oer it my friend laughed as we continued straightforward forward, out the large double doors, as if motion was propel ling us in to our accept calm down world. .\nSo...where are we leaving? She asks The Coast. I make to be free with the birds, sand, and eat at Mos She thought for a moment as her normal smiling of bemusement compete across her face. You could see that she was weighing her options. Does she go? Does she stay? subsequently a fewer moments between my friend and I the coiffe was settled as her car came in to view.\nThe air was chip shot with the touch of a late autumn. The leaves stirred in tandem bicycle with a appease whisper of a breeze. An energetic buzz culminated between the earth and us deuce girls. We were connected with the moment, spellbind on a soul search for tranquility.\nOur doors shut in sync as she swiftly rancid the car everyplace and hastily threw her darkened beater into reverse. Our mental health day was in play and non a wiz thought of the emotionally crippling calendar week we had both endured was anyplace in our minds Locked in time that of our own we drove.\nAs we ventured to the brim I tack myself being half(prenominal) involved in our conversations and half transport with the color variat... '

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