She wrapped the blanket her mother had left her tighter around herself and listened to the cars drive by. It had rained earlier that morning, so she could hear the splashing as they drove through the streets' puddles.
The clouds kept the sun's rays bleak that morning, so she had turned on all the lights in her living room to distract her from the depressing outdoors.
The television's talking heads kept her company as she thought about how unimpressed she was with the mini Christmas tree she'd gotten a week ago. It didn't have enough bulbs and no star on top. It was just as sad as the day was.
She smiled nonetheless. Brooklyn was her new home, and despite her dead end job and singleness, she knew this was where she was supposed to be.
She just wished there was more to it.
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