apathy. here. now.

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Graduation was less than a month away. George had started ducking calls from Rube. She couldn't hide from the Post-Its, but the Post-Its were, at least, right there on her desktop, and weren't telling her to go back to Seattle yet. But that had to be coming sooner or later.

Last week she had been gung-ho for denial, but right now she just felt ... down.

There wasn't a topic this week. There was barely any OCD. Just ... you know. Apathy.