there is a girl, a young girl, about thirteen, she is sitting at the booth waiting for her mom to come back with the steaming mocha lattes, and the girl is thinking about petting her cat, Trisket, and how she can't really pet her cat because she's out of Zyrtec and her dad hasn't bought any new Zyrtec from CVS on his way home from work last night like he said he would, and he said he would give her five dollars for cleaning out the back toyshed, but he hasn't given her the five dollars yet and she has a party to go to at Caitlin's house this Saturday and she hopes that her mom will let her go, but she knows she won't if she finds out that she just flunked her math test, but it's blended fractions and fractions are hard, especially when you make them into algebra with the x and the y and all that and
there is the girl's mother, sitting down in the booth with a mocha latte for each of them, and she asks her daughter, you look very concentrative - what've you been thinking?
and the girl says, nothing really, and she shrugs a little and takes a sip of her drink.
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