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She came down the corridor of the plane, her eyes scanning the seat numbers. She stepped closer and closer into the economy class section until finally she stopped in front of my row. 892 more words
My apartment is my everything. It’s where I eat and sleep, but it’s also my office, my gym, and my art studio. And you will not hear me complain about that because I can show up to work in yoga pants with no makeup on. 393 more words