rewrite of: on her way to visiting a high school friend Yours Truly

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There was snow, but not like she remembered growing up. Her memories of Decembers were whiter than Decembers today. Her mind pictured weeks, sometimes months, of total whiteness enveloping...

Her face was planted into the table. She tried not to drool. Clanks on the floor told her that  Imogen Howe was approaching. By the tempo, she could tell Imogen was carrying a hot drink. It would probably be a  Ginger Dragon .

"I brought you your favorite."

It was slow enough...

When he entered the  cafe , it was shadowed. Not dark, the  sun 's light made its way, filtered, to the main area where people were seated.

People were conversing, in hushed tones, now that the music was off. The person at the counter couldn't buy their coffee . The  barista...