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Virginia Swainston is lying face-down on her bed and crying. The reason is perched in the waste-paper basket (though she'll have to move it, she can't let her parents find it, oh sweet God what would they say, they'll throw her out).
That noise? That's the noise of a girl's entire life plan crashing down around her ears.
Also, it's (with somewhat tasteless irony) a bang.
...that's grass she's lying on.
Virginia jerks her head up, red-eyed, and stares around in incoherent shock.
That noise? That's the noise of a girl's entire life plan crashing down around her ears.
Also, it's (with somewhat tasteless irony) a bang.
...that's grass she's lying on.
Virginia jerks her head up, red-eyed, and stares around in incoherent shock.