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Gwen felt antsy at work. She hadn't gotten in her walk-jog-run-walk for a couple of days and just needed to . . move.

She set her status to AFK and set the "back in one hour" in the student union hallway. Still a couple of weeks before students would be descending upon the campus and her new work study crew would be coming for training and . . she was getting overwhelmed again. Pause.

Breathe. Relax. Just like Dr Corso suggested.

She worked her way outside and toward the vibrant downtown of the college town she had called home for the past decade plus. Late summer sun, sharp blue skues, crisp green leaves, everything felt just . . . perfect.

Gwen had an afternoon Zoom call planned to talk about programming with the residential directors and the new provost and the strategic vision for the school moving forward and --

Breathe. Walk. That's why she's on this walk. To relax and breathe and not get too far ahead of herself.

Dr Corso recommended the new coffee spot downtown, just opened by a protégé of his who was branching away from clinical practice into entrepreneurship. And Dr Corso always had good suggestions . . .

A bell chimed as Gwen entered, looked to the menu board behind the counter, and a kind face asked, "And what can I get for you today?"

* * *

"Oh darling, do you really think people will enjoy my muffins?"

"Certainly, my dear. You make them with love don't you?"

"Oh goodness yes! Always! Heavens I would want to imagine what might happen otherwise! Why, they wouldn't taste good at all!" Gwendolyn clutched her pearls. A bell chimed and she swished toward the oven in a fluff of petticoats and apron strings. "They smell divine!"

"Just like you, my peppermint princess," said Walter, applying a tender kiss to her cheek. Her blush swelled right into her bouffant as she set the muffin pans on the cooling racks.

"Oh, darling, you flatter me so!"

"You make it easy, my Gwendolyn. Now then, I will take the first batches to the shop and return for the others after the morning rush."

Gwendolyn smiled and nodded. Walter was so sensible and together. He made everything so easy.

"And you," he kissed her forehead, "you drink your coffee and tend to your chores."

Gwendolyn tittered and felt herself float. She couldn't imagine whatever possessed to lead anything less than such a perfectly simple life.

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Gwen felt antsy at work. She hadn't gotten in her walk-jog-run-walk for a couple of days and just needed to . . move.

She set her status to AFK and set the "back in one hour" in the student union hallway. Still a couple of weeks before students would be descending upon the campus and her new work study crew would be coming for training and . . she was getting overwhelmed again. Pause.

Breathe. Relax. Just like Dr Corso suggested.

She worked her way outside and toward the vibrant downtown of the college town she had called home for the past decade plus. Late summer sun, sharp blue skues, crisp green leaves, everything felt just . . . perfect.

Gwen had an afternoon Zoom call planned to talk about programming with the residential directors and the new provost and the strategic vision for the school moving forward and --

Breathe. Walk. That's why she's on this walk. To relax and breathe and not get too far ahead of herself.

Dr Corso recommended the new coffee spot downtown, just opened by a protégé of his who was branching away from clinical practice into entrepreneurship. And Dr Corso always had good suggestions . . .

A bell chimed as Gwen entered, looked to the menu board behind the counter, and a kind face asked, "And what can I get for you today?"

* * *

"Oh darling, do you really think people will enjoy my muffins?"

"Certainly, my dear. You make them with love don't you?"

"Oh goodness yes! Always! Heavens I would want to imagine what might happen otherwise! Why, they wouldn't taste good at all!" Gwendolyn clutched her pearls. A bell chimed and she swished toward the oven in a fluff of petticoats and apron strings. "They smell divine!"

"Just like you, my peppermint princess," said Walter, applying a tender kiss to her cheek. Her blush swelled right into her bouffant as she set the muffin pans on the cooling racks.

"Oh, darling, you flatter me so!"

"You make it easy, my Gwendolyn. Now then, I will take the first batches to the shop and return for the others after the morning rush."

Gwendolyn smiled and nodded. Walter was so sensible and together. He made everything so easy.

"And you," he kissed her forehead, "you drink your coffee and tend to your chores."

Gwendolyn tittered and felt herself float. She couldn't imagine whatever possessed to lead anything less than such a perfectly simple life.