Izabella looked up from her book. She pondered the answer to the question. How long had she been here? It felt like forever, but time seemed to move differently in a waiting room, so she wasn't really sure. She had been listening to those two boys for not too long, the guy who sat next to her she had not talked for too long either, and now this new girl had sat down, finally. She regretted not checking the time when she came in. She had checked the time a little while after, and that was about twenty minutes ago. But what was the time in between she arrived and she checked the time?
She was too exhausted already to figure it out, so she answered something that would be half-helpful. "A shorter time than it felt." she answered. That was good enough. It was true, anyway, and it made her sound like a wise person. She would probably get it.
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