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Cady
My phone chirps, and I jump out of my seat to grab it. It’s just another work email, though. I feel disappointment down to my bones.
I sigh and sit my pajama-wearing butt back on the couch. I am officially taking a whole day off of work to pout and watch bad reality TV while I try to figure out my life. Also, I spent most of my early morning throwing up, so I’m feeling more than a little fragile right now.
So far, I’ve texted Olive a frowny face and stared at the contents of my fridge, trying to imagine eating something. Putting Real Housewives on the TV is the third task I’ve assigned myself, and that is going well.
By well, I mean that I am slumped over, distractedly watching TV and jumping up anytime my phone makes a noise. It chirps again, and I see it’s a text from Olive.
