Second Floor Common Room; Monday Morning.
Monday, July 23rd, 2007 10:30 amTurtle sat with her legs crossed in front of her in front of the TV with a big bowl of insanely sugary, chocolatey, bad-for-you cereal, with extra sugar and some strawberries for good health put it. She shoveled some into her mouth without taking her eyes off the little stocks ticker on the bottom of the screen, and forgetting that she'd just shoveled some in when the men in their suits and balding heads said something objectionable and she argued right back at them, calling them pompous snotfaces and saying that their liver spots looked like something she'd founded rotting in the fridge earlier.
Oh, yeah. The media was going just love her when she really got on the scene...
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Oh, yeah. The media was going just love her when she really got on the scene...
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