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formica dreams.

She was leaning against the doorframe and still had her coat and thick knitted scarf on. She was texting someone on her phone. Typing a long message. From time to time, her coat sleeves got in the way of her texting. The sleeves were a tad too long or her arms short. Every now and then she jerked her shoulders to pull the sleeves up. After a while she sighed, her eyes still on the screen, and whispered, “Dammit!”