As she spoke of how her day went, he interrupted and pointed somewhere else, "Look at that."
She didn't speak afterwards. He didn't ask for a continuation anyway. Maybe he wasn't interested at all.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
