Oct 08, 2009 12:21
Tara was still cheerful when she got to work Thursday. She'd spent most of the week processing that so much of what she'd grown up with was wrong; there was anger under there somewhere, but mostly she was relieved.
She spent her shift looking through the crystal balls. It was cheesy, but she still almost hoped someone would give her one for her birthday.
[OOC: OCD got caught in traffic, but the shop is open!]
tara maclay,
magic box