𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

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date: tuesday, february 28th 2023location: atlanta, georgia

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date: tuesday, february 28th 2023
location: atlanta, georgia

date: tuesday, february 28th 2023location: atlanta, georgia

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my mornings usually start with a sense of purpose. today, though, there was a faint buzz in my head as i brewed my coffee.

i blinked a few times, trying to shake it off, which did make it subside a little but i could still feel it lingering, the same way an overstaying guest does.

as i sipped my coffee and opened my laptop, the screen seemed a bit bright and the letters a bit too fuzzy.

"migraine," i told myself, trying to believe it. "because of the long night and you doing lots of work."

i dragged myself through my morning routine, getting dressed and ready for the day.

by the time i got to the office, zoie was already there, animatedly talking about the latest office gossip.

yes .. at 10 am in the morning.

he was my work bestie even though i was the boss; we shared everything, even the things we probably shouldn't.

"girl, let me tell you, chad was a hot mess!" zoie declared, waving his perfectly manicured hand in the air. "he got stood up on live television! .. last night on that new christian dating show! can you believe it? .. well, hunni, never mind, 'cause i can."

i tried to smile, but it felt forced. "what happened?"

"he was all dressed up, looking .. yeah, waiting at the restaurant, and bam! nothing! even recited psalms 23 and still got ghosted! can you imagine? i would die!" zoie said dramatically, rolling his eyes.

i nodded, but my mind felt like it was wrapped in fog. there was a slight ringing in my ears that wouldn't go away.

zoie stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes at me. he could tell i wasn't trying to be rude and something was off.

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