LOG ENTRY #3 – I Think I Made This Up

She didn’t know why she felt so ill. Turning around, she reached up to lock the door and the silver charm bracelet on her hand tinkled.  She was dressed in a neat black pencil skirt and black tights. An olive green blazer – custom made –  completed her look.

Brushing back her auburn curls, she made her way to the kitchen and rummaged through one of the drawers. Pulling out a thermometer, she went to her bedroom, pulled off her ballet flats and sank down on the bed. Sticking the device under her tongue, she prayed she wasn’t going to be stuck indoors for the weekend.

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