Permission Slips

    Jan did not like to be late. She sighed heavily, because that’s exactly what it seemed like she would be. She caught a quick glance of herself in the mirror; her choice of clothing seemed appropriate. She nodded at her reflection approvingly – yes, it was certainly the perfect outfit. The black summer dress, which stopped just above her calves, was just tight enough to compliment her tall, slim frame. The small flower print which adorned it was comprised of tiny daises; whit petals with yellow centers. The dress had short sleeves, which hardly agreed with the brisk September weather outside. That minor problem was remedied by means of a white button-down sweater that she had quickly thrown on. She w...

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