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The only light in the room was illuminating from the monitor. Jaime let out sigh. Christmas break has already started for her (besides the few hours she has to go take exams, but that's nothing) With all that extra alone time, she had more time to think. She hated thinking. Every minute of thinking caused her to realize more. With every minute of realization, she figured out that she has done something wrong. Her life was at a standstill because of it. Her eyes were clouded. The once sarcastic, cynical, and snazzy Jaime was now the worth of a rotted stump.
She took off her glasses and rubbed her sleep-deprived eyes. Leaning in close, she squinted to see the words across the computer screen.
I hate December.
She took off her glasses and rubbed her sleep-deprived eyes. Leaning in close, she squinted to see the words across the computer screen.
I hate December.