Momentary.

Witty and sarcastic banters were her forte.

At the drop of a hat she was ready to talk about every and anything

Except matters of the heart – her heart, specifically.

She figured she was somewhat of a transient

No one would care to know what was going on anyway.

No one would notice when she’d be gone.

She always left before they could leave.

 

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