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Waking up Emily, sat up straight, light sweat cloaked her body. Giving a
quick chill. She remembered those type of dreams from when she was very
young... when she first found out she was a foster kid... and understood the
meaning. Finally those years of different parents paid off and she was on
her own. She was at the sweet age of 21 old enough to drink but she
preffered not to. One of her foster parents had been a drunkered and often
beat the mother.... and that was on his good days.

He never, ever raped them though and for that emily was grateful. She
already had troubles with her self image to have to deal with self emotions
of the past also. Getting out of bed and shuffling to her stool she grabbed
her fuzzy slippers and sat. Grining at the bright pink slippers she wished
away all those memories. Turning on the radio she grabbed her robe and
shuffled down the stairs swinging her hips to the music of fiona apple.

It was rainy outside which fit her atitude just fine, playing jazz and
having coffee, emily felt great. Wittling away the morning with meaningless
dribble from the daily newspaper, emily headed upstairs to get dressed and
ready to go to work.

Being an entropenuer ( small business owner.. no i can't spell) was great
because emily didn't get up until late and she didn't go to work until late.
And that was fine because she owned a small art shop which featured a coffee
shop and small book shop also. She had only two employes. Frankie, a tall
italian, and Suzy a short norweigin. That might not speak well but they did
know how to paint and sell good coffee.

And that was all that mattered to emily. Her life was going pretty well. She
hadn't had a boyfriend in about two or three years but it didn't really
matter to emily on her exterior but inside it was killing her she really
just wanted someone to love and hold. If she got one now it would only be
her second steady relationship. But that was the way life went.

Crawling or it could be classified as walking up the stairs emily went into
the bathroom and began to sing moulin rouge at the top of her lungs.
Hopefully, life would give her another chance at love. just maybe?

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