A week left. I'm counting, counting and counting. It's just that I'm going to meet my aunt, she works at a coffee shop, I'm going to go there, and just look around. Nothing much. I'm trying to calm down. I didn't cry in front of my psychiatrist. I'm calm. I started writing poetry. It's pretty.
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her coffee
RomanceThis story is about a teen girl named Emily/Emma. She struggles with finding herself, instead, she finds a girl in a coffee shop.
