I don't mingle because as much as I like people, I don't like people.
Instead, I hold a half a bottle of water in one hand and fear in the other.
Tomorrow, I'll wake up and know that I've done the most I can do
for the day, and when the four year old with the duck backpack huddles
under the table, I grin, knowing that someday, she'll be here too. Just as nervous.
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