"Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame." -G.K. Chesterton
10:54 am. I am standing outside Cynthia's locked door.
11:02 am. Still standing.
Day eight. I'm beginning to wonder if I missed the memo.
TXT To: Cynthia Hawkins
CB: 1-314-159-2653
Hey Cynthia, just wondering if I should meet you somewhere on campus!
11:08 am. Now sitting on the nearest bench, checking my email for some kind of hint. Time moves awfully slowly when you have no idea where anyone is and when you have zero notifications on Facebook.
11:12 am. Ring ring ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Cynthia! It's Hannah-"
"Oh, Jean didn't email you? I'm so sorry. Last week was crazy, so I'm taking the day off. I knew I..."
Did I mention that it was 70 degrees and sunny out?
"...I'm so sorry about that. Well, enjoy your day off and this beautiful weather!"
I was approaching crustacean color by the evening. Day well spent.
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