The high school boy working the front desk brings Jennifer a disposable cup of the most bitter, wonderful coffee. “Thank you,” Jennifer says, then raises a boot, realizes all the snow she’s wearing is melting into a puddle around her. “Um,” she says, by way of apology. “Oh,” the high schooler says, seemingly impressed, and not much of a problem solver. “Maybe a towel?” Jennifer prompts, obviously. “You could stand on the mat back there,” he says. They both inspect this industrial doormat together. The fake plant by it is waving in the wind slipping in around the doors Jennifer just came
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What is this? This better be important later. This author skips over vital details like they're obvious and then dumps a whole page of pointlessness onto the reader.
