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Marc was in a weird mood. And by weird, she means she was cleaning, and smiling at the same time. (Yep, definitely constitutes as weird.)
And yet, she couldn't help herself. He mood was good, and she was humming as she worked, picking up piles of papers from the tables and trying to sort through whose was whose (a hard thing when half of them were "by M. Cohen"). But she was managing well enough...
Eventually, the humming needed words, and she started singing, if softly.
"The name on everybody's lips is gonna be" she shifts her hips to one side "Roxy..."
And yet, she couldn't help herself. He mood was good, and she was humming as she worked, picking up piles of papers from the tables and trying to sort through whose was whose (a hard thing when half of them were "by M. Cohen"). But she was managing well enough...
Eventually, the humming needed words, and she started singing, if softly.
"The name on everybody's lips is gonna be" she shifts her hips to one side "Roxy..."