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Agh! You never got on my master list, for some reason!
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Sorry! I don't know how that happened. We'll have that fixed in a jiffy.Seda*: The janitor at a local office building, who is also the single parent of a daughter.Array

No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
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Estella SterlingI'm sorry it's so long. You have a writer on your hands.
I’ve changed it so that she works at a coffee house now instead.
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The alarm clock never went off so when Stella finally awoke she hit the ground running. “Mona, up, up! We’re late!” Mona was off to Nava’s for the day and Stella was off to Gilly‘s Coffee House.
“You’re late!” Stella’s boss’s voice boomed when she opened the door.
“I know! It won’t happen again!” Stella swore as she hurried to tie her apron on and serve the waiting high school students. Since Gilly’s had started making fresh doughnuts in the morning, the nearby university and high school students used them as a morning hang out before school started.
A blonde curly-haired man hurried in with a little girl around Mona‘s age in his arms. “A french vanilla cappuccino and a chocolate milk, please.” he said sitting the little girl down next to him so he could reach for his wallet. The little girl took off to the to the other side of the counter and looked through the glass at the doughnuts, cookies, and brownies. “Jade, come back!” he called as he pulled out his money.
“$5.73” Stella said before looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes. For a moment she was taken back.
“Excuse me?” he asked having not heard the cost of their drinks.
Stella didn’t hear him. She was too far gone in his eyes; they went on forever.
“Excuse me?” he repeated.
Stella blinked and came back to reality. “Uh, um, $5.73.” she repeated shaking her head.
He paid and made his way over to the toddler while waiting for the drinks. Stella had them ready in a flash and was back in front of him. She had to think quickly. “Can she have a doughnut?” Stella asked.
“Eh, I’d rather she not today; she’ll be sticky and -”
Stella was on top of it. “Doughnut hole perhaps? They’re smaller- less mess. I’ll even run get you a wipe to wash her off with afterwards.” Stella said with a smirk.

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