Roxy Toyne
Joined February 2021
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Addie hummed the same tune over and over, trying to get it sounding right. She was absentmindedly wiping plates, her hands having gone into autopilot from years of practice, the sounds of the diner meandering around her but not enough to distract her from the song forming in her brain. Occasionally, from the sea of comforting murmured talk, bubbling coffee, and scraping plates there emerged a sharp laughing note that Addie would test in her tune before allowing it to sink back into the outskirts of her interest.
By Roxy Toyne 5 years ago in Humans
