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wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-07-30 11:28 am
wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-07-30 11:28 am
Room 418, Sunday Evening
After closing her door, Cara just barely managed to care enough to toe off her (red) boots and pull off her (red) gloves before letting herself collapse on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
That was a week. Even just the confusing parts, let alone where she'd gone along with the completely insane plan, taught a utterly stupid class or done what needed doing.
And of course, that which she would never speak of again.
Even the few genuinely pleasant memories of the week were not actually helping right now.
[Open.]
That was a week. Even just the confusing parts, let alone where she'd gone along with the completely insane plan, taught a utterly stupid class or done what needed doing.
And of course, that which she would never speak of again.
Even the few genuinely pleasant memories of the week were not actually helping right now.
[Open.]