Groovy Tunes, Tuesday
Raven never wore shirts anyway. Not real actual shirts.
Today she wasn't even pretending to wear a shirt because why not? The island had given her the perfect excuse. She was draped in a couple tasteful bead strands, though, and had done her hair up in a feathery crown for the occasion.
She'd expected the stereo to spend the whole day just playing different versions of "When the Saints Go Marching In", but it had actually surprised her with something that sounded like someone had fed an old timey record through a beatbox machine.
She'd mostly gotten used to living in the 21st century. Like, she'd stopped noticing it, for the most part? But sometimes the future really was just weird.
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Today she wasn't even pretending to wear a shirt because why not? The island had given her the perfect excuse. She was draped in a couple tasteful bead strands, though, and had done her hair up in a feathery crown for the occasion.
She'd expected the stereo to spend the whole day just playing different versions of "When the Saints Go Marching In", but it had actually surprised her with something that sounded like someone had fed an old timey record through a beatbox machine.
She'd mostly gotten used to living in the 21st century. Like, she'd stopped noticing it, for the most part? But sometimes the future really was just weird.
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