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Her hands were numb, yet her thighs were sticking together on the plasticy seat, the sun on her knees more than anywhere else. She had the sudden jarring thought that no one actually wanted her here, even though she had been invited.
“Shit” she tried to call Dans mobile, the voicemail greeting grating her more than his actual response would have. “Half an hour more then” she thought, fake smiles all around.
Laura distracted herself with boiled lollies, moving with the sun as the conversations waned in the yard.
The car door slammed, her hair out the window like a puppy, free.

 

 

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