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Slightly depressed teenager, loads of makeup and baggy dark clothes.
At a table. Writing in her journal.
Eating fries, drinking Coke, and trying not to worry too much about her grampa.
Angela hadn't seen her grampa before coming to Milliways since she was six. But now, it felt like an eternity since she'd seen him.
Her eyes flick to the place the door should be every so often.
But he doesn't come in.
At a table. Writing in her journal.
Eating fries, drinking Coke, and trying not to worry too much about her grampa.
Angela hadn't seen her grampa before coming to Milliways since she was six. But now, it felt like an eternity since she'd seen him.
Her eyes flick to the place the door should be every so often.
But he doesn't come in.