Erica was changing back into her street clothes in the locker room after another soul-crushing, alienating day. She was beyond tired, near-catatonic in her drowsiness. Her body just wanted to fall into a bed, preferably with a Callie in it. Her frustration with everyone around her wearied her until she couldn't even be angry anymore.
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Sweet happy Callica *sigh*
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I love your writing! And your Erica is like real Erica. :D
Thank you for this story! :D
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I really enjoyed this. It was heartbreaking and beautiful and then you made it all okay! Really okay, not fake okay. I was actually terrified that Erica wasn't going to be there at the end, that she'd left, but then she was and it was just... *sigh*
This was wonderful. Thank you!
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Wow, I'm sorry I made you think Erica wouldn't be there. That was never a possibility for me--she'd never leave Callie.
Thanks for reading and letting me know what you think. I appreciate it, especially because I love your work so much!
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