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Weekends and weekdays didn’t mean much in her new life, but she was used to that: unemployment had taught her to expect a lot of sameness from every day. Perhaps she should be grateful that the disappointments in her life prepared her for this.
Alexa was called off to some community-building experience early the next morning, making some flippant remark about forced friendship and college sororities that Sara didn’t quite understand in her half-asleep state. After lying in bed for a while, she set out to face a beautiful, sunny Monday with a smile.
She decided to be intentional about noticing her surroundings. Living in the moment, as Alexa had put it. Something that she’d heard every day of her childhood, she thought, needling her and her peers for too much time spent staring at a s
