Vittoria “Ugh.” I blow my cheek as I lean back into my chair. “This was too much.” Sheila laughs as she takes a sip from her coffee. “Yeah, you probably should have stopped at the third piece of cake you had.”“You are sooo right.” I crumple up a tissue, grinning at her. “But they were too good to resist.” I am currently sitting in a cute small café near the campus, where I am enjoying one of my last cups of coffee that I will drink on U.S. ground.Shaking her head, she puts her coffee down. “When will you be flying back?” “Thursday,” I say with a pout and she leans forward, looking at me sadly. “Aw, I’ll miss you so much.” She says in a whisper, squeezing my hand before picking up her cup again. Sheila must have been the first friend I made. Since I was sold on my 8th birthday, at least. We share the same traditions which makes it difficult to roam around, finding friends that aren’t used to our world. Fortunately, it clicked immediately, so I felt less alone in this foreign
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