Linas Lament Chapter Two An Unexpected Guest
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Lina dropped her bag and looked up at the massive building that dominated the campus before her. It was beautiful, a russet stone building that was in lovely contrast to the green foliage and greenery that encompassed the whole of the university lawns. St Bridges was one of the most prestigious schools in the country, and Lina knew exactly how lucky she was to be attending. Both she and her family would be feeling the pain of paying back university loans when this was all over.
She felt her mother’s arms around her. Her skin was much more tanned than Lina’s, but both tones were free of blemishes and had a slight splatter of freckles on their arms, shoulders and faces. Lina could feel her mother’s perky A-cup breasts pressing against her back – something Lina also inherited. With a kiss on the cheek, Lina’s mother spoke, slightly teary, yet joyful at the same time.
‘We’ll miss you, my little Lina. Stay out of trouble sweetheart. We love you.’
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