That Woman

“Garance, I’m sorry, but your friend is a snob. I saw her the other day, and she barely said hi to me—she pretended she didn’t remember me!”

I paused. Is that really what she was?

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She was striking. Not your classic definition of beauty, but there was something in the way she moved that set her apart. Something about her felt sharp, awake, cutting even. 

I…