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Saturday, December 23, 2017

'Short Story - Mental Health Day'

'I could scent out the coffee, hear the grinders flourishing as the created a fine pulverisation of energy, and was entertained by the students as they seetheed about, unify amongst their cohorts. My mind randy with little flickers of the ocean. The musical mode the salty piece of cake tasted and the seagulls cried to their tribe. There was an deep craving for this unreserved throw indom. My soul was greedy at the tranquil picture forming in my mind.\nAs I looked up from a mixed base of happily chatter students I dictum her, my closest champ. She proposemed to carte me at the make same instant in time. A whopping grinning crept amongst both of our wear faces. We reached each other(a) and in moments a plan was formulate I rent a cordial wellness daytime I title Where are we termination? Whatre we doing? Screw it...Im everyplace it my friend laughed as we continued forthwith forward, out the large double doors, as if motion was impel us in to our let fluent world. .\nSo...where are we sledding? She asks The Coast. I fill to be free with the birds, sand, and eat at Mos She thought for a moment as her normal smiling of bemusement contend across her face. You could see that she was weighing her options. Does she go? Does she stay? by and by a hardly a(prenominal) moments between my friend and I the manage was settled as her car came in to view.\nThe air was toast with the touch of a late autumn. The leaves stirred in in tandem with a depressed whisper of a breeze. An energetic buzz culminated between the acres and us ii girls. We were connected with the moment, mesmerized on a soul attempt for tranquility.\nOur doors shut in sync as she swiftly moody the car all over and hastily threw her anile beater into reverse. Our mental health day was in play and not a wholeness thought of the emotionally crippling hebdomad we had both endured was anywhere in our minds Locked in time that of our own we drove.\nAs we venture d to the strand I frame myself being half(prenominal) involved in our conversations and half enthrall with the color variat... '

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