Sunday, November 7, 2010

I am writing a paper in the library and I'm freezing.

My feet seek refuge from the cold beneath my folded and crisscrossed legs. My sweater is fully buttoned as, too, is my peacoat, and yet I can still feel the goosebumps lurking beneath my sleeves.

The girls on the couches a few feet away are talking loudly. They have no homework to complete, only conversation.

Their own coats lie strewn across the floor.

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