The Fictional World of Lindsey Gemme...
She didn't know why the cold sun outside made her feel insignificant. It was not an unusual morning as she sipped her coffee. She watched the squirrels of her apartment complex hop like inchworms across the blacktop parking lot. She ran her fingers along the cold silver link chain hanging, short enough to be seen in full above her v-neck business suit top. The sweet and perhaps a little overpowering scent of "Fire & Ice" affected how she felt about breakfast. Her stomach churned. The sun was rising from its bubble wrapped bed of secretive clouds. She bent her head.
10:02:10 PM 
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