Abigail Clifford
“Hey, Abby. Close the shop will ya. I need to heads home early. My baby fever is not coming down. I need to bring her to the doctor.” Miley said. “Alright.” I wiped the counter and arrange the chair into order. I look at my work satisfied. I head back to throw the trash into the dumpster. I switch off the light and then grab my backpack walking outside to the front door. I pull down the shutter and lock it. Satisfied it tightly lock, I ride my bicycle home. I arrive at my small studio and throw my back pack to the floor. I lock the door and make my way to the shower. After long hot shower, I change into sweater and jogging pants and walk to the kitchen making myself a mug of hot chocolate. I place the mug carefully by the window sill and sit at the window seat. I look throug
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