[F] By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasnβt a dream ... It was a memory.
When I'm not super busy with Japanese high school life, maybe I have a secret double life I have to keep hidden from my classmates... π‘οΈπ¦ [OC] 18 [F]