Guinevere
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The following Monday I went back to work and everyone was none the wiser about my heartbreak. I pegged it on my anti-depressants and not my facial expressions. Why do you ask? My neutral face is somewhere between resting b***h face and resting sad face. My mother was constantly asking me if I was okay but got testy when I tried to explain to her that it was just my face. Like every work day, I was the first to arrive in the office and I misted my air plants with the spray bottle before I got the employee lunch menu for the day ready. I looked to my left and let out a sigh at the small pile of granny squares that I had started before my trip and the sticky note next to them. Scribbled on the sticky note were some math and the total number of granny squares needed to make a si
