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Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Night
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thatwasafreebie.livejournal.comMaeby hadn't actually gone to the picnic -- it was outside, and there were a lot of people there, and, well, Maeby wasn't so great at participating in things.
She was, however, in a common room, which was the closest she got to attempting to be social. She had brought a pile of scripts with her, but ugh, none of these scripts were interesting.
She didn't know how she ended up watching something called -- seriously? -- Redneck Island.
"Well, I feel better about my life," she announced, to nobody in particular. At least she had all her teeth and no wasn't living on a island full of chickens. And other people with really, really bad tattoos.
(so, so open)
She was, however, in a common room, which was the closest she got to attempting to be social. She had brought a pile of scripts with her, but ugh, none of these scripts were interesting.
She didn't know how she ended up watching something called -- seriously? -- Redneck Island.
"Well, I feel better about my life," she announced, to nobody in particular. At least she had all her teeth and no wasn't living on a island full of chickens. And other people with really, really bad tattoos.
(so, so open)