So, when I talked to my mom yesterday she mentioned that when she was out and about it seemed like everyone she saw when she went out for a walk or whatever was no only staying 6 feet away but not smiling or being friendly at all. Which seemed kind of odd. But I haven't been out at all, so I had no data to compare. So I went out just now to pick up dinner, and I drove because I'm lazy so I really didn't have a chance to interact with anyone but the person who gave me food (I don't think it was the chef, I've met her before and I think I would recognize her, but someone from the restaurant who came out with my bag) and I found it weirdly hard not to lean in and touch her on the arm or something when I took my bag. I never thought I was a touchy-feely person, but I guess I am?
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My condolences to you and your family, Jessica.
Matilda did not get into School of the Arts.
She's crying in her bedroom now.
This sucks.
I just feel so heartsick for her. She's such a good person and deserves good things.
{{{Matilda}}} I'm sorry, that's heartbreaking.
Oh I'm sorry. It is so hard to watch your child in pain. The worst.
Poor Matilda! That is heartbreaking.
Oh no! I was sure she would. I'm so sorry.
Aw, poor Matilda. Does she know about her friends yet? That's so rough. I hope at least some folks she knows and likes will go to her high school that she ends up at. :(
Does she know about her friends yet?
Of her two closest friends who also applied (out of many friends) one got in, and the other did not (she's gutted).
I walked by her room and I could hear her talking on the phone. She wasn't crying and sounded calm, so I listened briefly through the door.
And I heard Emmett's voice talking to her, warm, and reasonable and kind.
She called her Emmett when she was sad.