Thirty
“Hey,” Aly heard someone say, but she continued to stare out the window. It was a bright, sunny day outside. The clear, blue sky and the sun beaming down at the busy people walking along the crowded street was truly underappreciated. “Aly,” the voice called out again. It had been exactly a week since she arrived back in the city, but she still couldn’t help but remember the cloudy skies back in the old, small town. The contrast was just astounding. Sometimes, she found herself missing the simple life. Back there, she rarely had to pick an outfit. She also didn’t have to worry about getting up early in the morning so she could fall in line to buy coffee from the snobby barista, and make it to class in time. No, there, May greeted her by name with a cheerful smile, and delivered her coffee
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