Room 213 [evening]
It had been a long week, what with the library and the spoon and the voicemail and the conversations about marriage and pregnancy and the damn sand, which Rory still had in her hair, she was sure, even after washing it.
And she was very annoyed at her lack of clean clothes. Stupid washers and dryers. So she self-consciously (in spite of being omgalone) crawled into bed in her underwear in the hopes that she could sneak down and wash a few things in the morning in her robe or something.
And she was very annoyed at her lack of clean clothes. Stupid washers and dryers. So she self-consciously (in spite of being omgalone) crawled into bed in her underwear in the hopes that she could sneak down and wash a few things in the morning in her robe or something.