Krystal Lee Girardin sat at the little coffee shop that she was very fond of. The dark wood and the smell of incense filled the air as a homy feeling settled about her. She smoothed her hands over the dark fabric of her skirt while she waited for her order of coffee to be ready for pick up. They were quite busy today, leaving her to wait by herself at one of the higher tables. Resting her elbows o ...
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