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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Your life may be full of sparkles and ove-lay but the rest of us sometimes struggle under storm clouds. Anna (one of my roommates) broke up with her BF of a year. It seemed to happen in agonizing, slow motion. Anna wavered, for almost a week, like a feather caught in contradictory gusts, but finally, she gave him the broom. Jump ahead four days to Saturday. New Haven was a drizzle-fest of cold rain and my suitemates all stayed in. I had hospital volunteer hours that morning (6am-10am) and then managed to whip through my chemistry homework (3 classes) in 3 quick hours. When everyone was free, we ordered pizzas and wings. We have to meet deliveries at the front gate, and I was barely able to carry it all. “Pizza!” I announced, as I entered the suite, where I was immediately mobbed. “Le’ me get to the table!” I whined as I bobbed and weaved through the crush like a prizefighter. As soon as I set it down, the pizzas were claimed, and the girls took their usual seats. Lisa always sits on floor cushions, by Anna, at the low, white coffee table. After a few bites, she hugged Anna, giving her a ”rawr.“ She hadn’t really seen her since the decoupling. You iight?” she asked Anna. Anna waved her hands in the air, like she was sweeping smoke away, because her mouth was full, but she nodded, ‘YES’ emphatically. “Let's play something,” Leong said, meaning music on the linked Amazon Echos throughout the suite. “Choose!” she said, motioning to Anna. Anna replied, “Don’t Wanna Fight” (by Alabama Shakes). “A classic,” Leong agreed, searching it out. “Amen,” Sunny chuckled. “Love it,” Lisa said, dancing in anticipation while seated on her cushion. “Mmmm!” I added, because my mouth was full of pizza. Cue ‘Don’t Wanna Fight.’ Two nights later, we were at one of those dances we jokingly call ‘fashion week events’ and Anna arrived a little late. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her messy-bunned copper-cherry red hair was highlighted with phosphorescent hair chalk that glowed penny bright in the right light. She was wearing a red dress that looked painted on, her face sparkled with ‘unicorn snot’ glitter and her lips were a fun phosphorescent green, as if they were dipped in Kool-Aid. “Look at her,” Sunny said, indicating Anna, “getting back on the horse and trying to arrange her next emotional trauma.” “They grow up so fast,” I said, fake-dabbing my eyes like a teary parent. . slang.. decoupling = a breakup ove-lay = ‘love’ in pig latin rawr = ‘I Love You" in dinosaur iight = alright
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