The Porch of her House; Late Sunday Night.
Having watched the nightly news update as she was growing into the habit of doing, Mia shut off the television and quietly found herself relocating outside to the quietness of her porch with a fresh pack of cigarettes and a scotch on the rocks. She sat quietly looking out into the night, thinking, although not entirely sure of what her thoughts exactly were.
She drank deeply. Good thing she brought the bottle out with her.
She'd left L.A. to avoid shit like this, and hated herself for the fact that she was finding comfort in the fact that at least, for once, she knew it had nothing to do with her and hers.
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She drank deeply. Good thing she brought the bottle out with her.
She'd left L.A. to avoid shit like this, and hated herself for the fact that she was finding comfort in the fact that at least, for once, she knew it had nothing to do with her and hers.
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