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Quinn needed to pet something cute and fuzzy.
She had hopes for her homecoming, she really did. But the thing about hopes is that they're made to be dashed, for Quinn at least. That urge to run away and keep on running was coming back to her, and she was doing her best to keep that feeling at bay. She couldn't leave Gram to deal with the mess that was her parents—because even though they were taking care of her mother, it's not like her father was doing anything besides sitting like a wart on a toad.
So today was her day for trying to make herself feel better. She had gotten dressed in one of the maxi skirts she sewed that twirled out in a lovely way when she spun, and a cardigan with crocheted flowers that she had done all herself. She wanted to wear something that made her feel confident. Unfortunately, her mother was in one of her extra crabby moods today, and she had a lot to say about her outfit. So the day was already not off to the best start. It's funny that even though her mother was on mandated bedrest it still felt like she was hovering over her shoulder the entire day, critiquing her every breath.
After an attempt to compose herself outside the shop, Quinn took a deep breath and entered. She approached the counter, her face slightly flushed and eyes still wet. She sniffled a little before addressing the man behind the counter. "Could I pet a cat, please?" she asked, a slight tremble in her voice that she did her best to cover up. |