“Ugh,” said Ginny.
“Ugh?” asked Colin.
“Pretty much. Ugh.”
“You’ve made more coherent comments in your life,” pointed out her friend.
“That’s all I can put together right now.” Ginny stood behind the desk of the tiny collective art space and stared out the window into the rain.She felt impossibly listless. . She hadn’t been sleeping much lately, and it was the sort of drizzly day that seemed to spawn dreams.
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