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Daughter of a Punk Chapter I
San Francisco Airport was bustling with noise, even at nine p.m. . The noise was actually a welcome change, compared to the past six and a half hours Josie spent on a flight. Nothing is as bad for me as being alone with my own thoughts, especially right now. The girl thought to herself, walking to the part of the airport where pick-ups took place, her light pink suitcase dragging behind her. Josie felt a buzz go off in her purse. She sat down on one of the many benches and got her floral-covered phone out. Her pink screen was lit up, a text bubble popping up. Mom >>> I’m in line. What door r u at? Josie looked back at the door, a bright yellow neon sign shining with a thick black ‘3’. Me >>> 3 Almost instantly, she received a text back. Mom>>> great! Give me a few. I’m rly excited to see you! <3 Josie sighed, looking up at the dark sky that was glittering with stars...
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