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Monday Night, Room 304
Aug. 28th, 2006 10:55 pmAngela looked quite contemplative as she lay back on her bed. Sure, there were nice new people and Z-Cases and book drives and teachers to interview and trips to D.C. in the world ... but there were also goodbyes. Which sucked.
She listened to soft music and tossed a ball from hand to hand, wondering what the next year would bring.
[OOC: Mostly for the BF, but open.]
She listened to soft music and tossed a ball from hand to hand, wondering what the next year would bring.
[OOC: Mostly for the BF, but open.]
