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Maria Reynolds

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One day Maria sees a post titled "The Reynolds Pamphlet". Angelica and Eliza, two of her few friends, refuse to help. However, there is a help that Maria fails to acknowledge, and it silently slips away, forgotten as always.

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The Ice Cream Shop

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by Always_Be_Satisfied

by Always_Be_Satisfied

Happy Easter for y'all reading this on Easter. If it isn't Easter (Cuz I'm publishing this on Easter), then Happy Regular Day or Happy [insert holiday you celebrate]. Or, if you're reading this on Christmas, Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah (if it falls over Christmas and I'm pretty sure I spelled that wrong).

Maria POV

I go to the ice cream shop almost every day now. I go here to escape James, but mostly life in general. It's my second day at Columbia University, and I've decided to major in writing. I sit at a table by myself, typing my laptop.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm still with James because I know it's an abusive relationship. And I know James doesn't come here often, but I always play safe and dress differently. My curly hair is transformed into straight hair, and my normal red turns into a more brown and white look.

I have reading glasses, and I never wear them unless I'm here. James doesn't know Maria with glasses, only Maria who wears red and doesn't have glasses.

I check my email for the one-thousandth time. There are five spam messages, as usual.

Fun fact: (although I don't get the "fun" part) There are 14.5 billion spam emails sent every day! (there really shouldn't be an exclamation mark there unless you really like spam, but oh well.)

I start my paper for French 2. I want to take a class, but to get in, I have to type a paragraph about myself in French. Je m'appelle Maria Reynolds. J'ai dix-sept ans. Je suis un peu timide mais j'aime essayer de nouvelles choses. The door to the ice cream shop opens. I look at the ice cream that's left in my cup. (I prefer cup over cone)

It's James. My cup is almost empty. Scooping up the last bit, I put it in the trash. I close my laptop and put it in the bag. I guess I'll finish this in my dorm room, but it's better than doing it in a room with James.