[center] [h2] [color=00aeef]Jennifer Wolgast[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color]9th August Street, relaxing[/center]

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Jennifer sat at her dinner table, her form filling one of the eight seats surrounding the oval, wooden, shiny table. The only sound filling the house was the gentle clinking of metal silverware against a ceramic plate and bowl, a slice of turkey, beans, and corn, all in healthy proportions were slowly being consumed by the solitary woman. She had made too much again, she'd have plenty of leftovers.

She paused, glancing around at the empty seats, feeling a little sad. She used to have friends over all the time. Somehow that all slipped away. It wasn't abrupt. It just...happened. Over time. Jennifer didn't feel depressed or saddened, or hopeless, or even [i]that[/i] lonely. There were still many years left in her life, all it would take was a couple of phonecalls and everything would be back to the way it used to be. Well, almost. Still, it's not like her friends were all out of reach! They'd meet together again. Someday. Just not today.

After cleaning her plate and washing the ditches, she set herself down on the couch, flicked on the TV, and took off her socks, enjoying being comfortable in her loungewear. Just a black t-shirt and grey sweat pants. The TV was some soap opera, it was just background noise for the reading of the book on her table. Her wooden bookmark with her name engraved in it had a thick string on the end that marked her page. She quickly became absorbed in her little world.