It is 2200h, in the Warwick library.
She sits in the corner, shouting at another girl. She cries. She shouts AND cries. Her friend offers her a tissue. Her boyfriend calms her down by giving her a backrub.
I wish I were her. Funny. But just for tonight.
Instead, I anticipate my instant-coffee from the instant-machine downstairs.
Uncle T
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