Last night Isobel and I were talking about my comfort with public speaking.

The table I like was open, so I snagged it.

I did not have “hibachi chicken” or the memories tied to it on my bingo card for today.

It's not often that I get stage fright.

The expression across from me looks hurt more than frustrated.

I'm traveling for a conference this week and it almost ruined my daily writing streak.

Delayed gratification is cool and it's not that hard to pull off.

I thought it might be sore but I didn't expect it to hurt.

I don't know why I never thought of it like that.

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