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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 11:33:52 GMT
Ever since the attack, Yolanda had been a little high strung. She still saw it happening in her dreams and woke screaming. Yolanda was not the sort of person to open up to another person so she hadn't said anything to anyone about her own problems. It was no ones business, after all, even if she was now a little jumpier than people who knew her would remember her being. Taking a moments rest, she settled into a seat and broke out a magazine. Her feet were so sore but she wasn't willing to massage them in the open like this.
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