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suddenness, Luisa barely blinked at all. The sensation was similar to a trigger, and it compelled her to bite down firmly on her lower lip. When they were in the

he lump in her throat remaining in place. Luisa abruptly collected her belongings and stormed out of the room with a huff rather than waiting for the respons

n roll down a window or turn on any music. The muscles in her fingertips continued to direct her to wherever the wind took her as she continued to drive. When she went by a smelly dump, she did not make an effort to

er hand on the steering wheel and the braid that she had braided in her hair as a result of her practice were heated. While Luisa was driving, she looked in the rearview mi

hen the tears began t

nto her mouth in a haphazard manner, and her lips pleaded for nothing. The nonsensical and excruciating sound of her tears could not be totally concealed by anything, not even the unexpected downpour that came from outside. It was unbeara

ed, as well as the numerous locks that she was aware were there inside. She was fixated on the garage, which was supposed to be her car; her father was aware that a vehicle such as hers would not be safe out in the open. When she looked at the sid

he wasn't crying because she had a grade that was below average or because she had lost a game at her middle school. Neithe

t the finger of blame at was her

ed, as well as the numerous locks that she was aware were there inside. She was fixated on the garage, which was supposed to be her car; her father was aware that a vehicle such as hers would not be safe out in the open. When she looked at the sid

he wasn't crying because she had a grade that was below average or because she had lost a game at her middle school. Neithe

t the finger of blame at was her

n at her clipboard. In a state of bewilderment, Luisa cocked her head to the side and pulled the padding over her knees. She chimed in, "Coach, I always set first," and she was right.The older wo