soulmates at hogmanay
<p>If there was anything that Celeste hated more than crowded streets, it was pushing through crowded streets on New Year’s Eve. In the rain. While the Edinburgh Hogmanay Street Party raged around her.</p>
<p>It was like facing an impenetrable wall, and she was a cell attempting to permeate it on her journey home. She imagines it’s what osmosis might feel like…or something. There was a reason she taught English and not science.</p>
<p>She was sucked into the crowd, her body jostled as her chain of friends carved a path in the mass of people, or at least attempted to. Within seconds, the chain was broken, and Celeste was regretting her decision to come out as the crowd pushed in from all sides, not one part of her body going untouched.</p>
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