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Corrine's been jittering for three hours now. She got up this morning with today's goal in mind, but it wasn't until a few hours ago that the giddy-stupid set in.
When did this happen again? Her initial effort had been to turn the TV off, leave the couch for the first time in two days, and go see Sand. Every time she went for the door something in the mirror stopped her. Those three hours are now behind, and she still hasn't figured out what to wear... or do with her hair, or anything, really.
Crap. She sucks at this.
She's going as she is and that's final! The little nag in her head shuts up.
Okay. She can do this. All the way to his door, and even knocking. She laughs at herself because the thought at the last second is she should've worn a different shirt.
When did this happen again? Her initial effort had been to turn the TV off, leave the couch for the first time in two days, and go see Sand. Every time she went for the door something in the mirror stopped her. Those three hours are now behind, and she still hasn't figured out what to wear... or do with her hair, or anything, really.
Crap. She sucks at this.
She's going as she is and that's final! The little nag in her head shuts up.
Okay. She can do this. All the way to his door, and even knocking. She laughs at herself because the thought at the last second is she should've worn a different shirt.