caracee
briefly, she said, it's been a long night. how could she even begin? well..uh..in brief, i'm not really sure how it started, she sputtered out.
"it wasn't really a chat, now was it?" she thought, trying to remember how it all began. it started off with an accusation, right? and the rest followed suit.
it squished, in a jellied fashion. "ughh!" she groaned, "what is THIS?" it was just the most recent incident in a string of disgusting events.
the cap twisted off. the first of the night. it told people, "hey, i'm a student. and broke as shit." he'd rather spend his money on beer than books, though.
out of necessity, she did it. she didn't want to, she needed to. skulking about, peering around corners, she was stealth incarnate. she didn't want anyone to know what she had become.
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