The sheer incorrectness of it took me aback for a second, and I couldn't figure out what number came next in my Sudoku puzzle.
She went back to sitting awkwardly in her chair then, sipping her coffee, and staring blankly into space. And its not even as if she was in thought, really. She's just staring. As if the corner of the table has become very interesting. Formica? Sheet plastic? What is this mystical table made of!?
That woman can NOT have a masters degree. There is no way on this green earth.
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