New York City in July is oppressive in a way Britta doesn’t remember, maybe because the last time she was here she was in her twenties and filled with-well, maybe not hope, but something that’s missing from her now. Sweat beads on her upper lip as she waits for her train, and her phone beeps feebly from inside her bag. She finds it amongst the scattering of pens and paper clips strewn across the bottom and clicks to find a text from Shirley with a picture attached: Hope you had a good Fourth! We miss you bunches. The picture is of the six of them, Annie waving a miniature American flag, Troy grinning widely, Pierce mid-bite into a hot dog, Shirley attempting to pull what looks like Ben’s arm into the picture, and Abed smiling slightly, his head cocked to the side. Jeff stands in the corner, staring into the camera but not making any discernible facial expression. Britta frowns at her phone and her train wheezes up to the platform
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New York City in July is oppressive in a way Britta doesn’t remember, maybe because the last time she was here she was in her twenties and filled with-well, maybe not hope, but something that’s missing from her now. Sweat beads on her upper lip as she waits for her train, and her phone beeps feebly from inside her bag. She finds it amongst the scattering of pens and paper clips strewn across the bottom and clicks to find a text from Shirley with a picture attached: Hope you had a good Fourth! We miss you bunches. The picture is of the six of them, Annie waving a miniature American flag, Troy grinning widely, Pierce mid-bite into a hot dog, Shirley attempting to pull what looks like Ben’s arm into the picture, and Abed smiling slightly, his head cocked to the side. Jeff stands in the corner, staring into the camera but not making any discernible facial expression. Britta frowns at her phone and her train wheezes up to the platform ( ... )
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