Cara (
wrongkindofsith) wrote2018-04-08 01:31 am
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MHA #9, Saturday Morning
Cara hated this time of year. Hated it. And not just because of the fucking pollen.
So she was curled up under the covers in a grumpy, broody ball of annoyance, intent on ignoring everything and everyone.
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So she was curled up under the covers in a grumpy, broody ball of annoyance, intent on ignoring everything and everyone.
[open to any who have a reason to be there]
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"Definitely not Lily." Nice non-answer there, Cara.
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Cara, no.
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...she'd drink Starbucks. But only in an emergency and it was generally something with ridiculous amounts of chocolate.
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Cara, be fair, Surreal didn't 'announce' she was taking things, there was no sport in that.
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Richard sighed when that also proved to be a bust in getting that sweet, sweet attention. "Where's dad live?"
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There were no dads in the picture here.
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"...are you Richard's?" Keep clutching at those straws, Cara.
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"Come on in, then, and we'll find you something to eat. Or money for coffee."
Surreal, children weren't supposed to have... nevermind.
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