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Mac is bored, but it's the sort of bored she's used to now. The only difference from other boredom is that it's late, that for some reason she can't sleep, so instead of heading to the beach, instead she settles down in the rec room, skimming the bookshelf for something decent to read.
She grabs the first thing she sees, which is apparently a self-help book claiming to assist her in her quest for love. She rolls her eyes, but moves to a couch, sinking into it as she flips through it.
Get over any past hurt. With a snort, Mac continues to skim, and puts extra energy in rolling her eyes at Don't settle for Mr.Right Now. Maybe that would be a little more applicable if there was a Mr. Right Now. As it is, there's only Mr. Potentially Not Even in the Same Universe Anymore.
Mac puts the book down, and eyes the bookshelf, unsure if attempting to find another book is even worth the energy of getting up. Probably not.
She grabs the first thing she sees, which is apparently a self-help book claiming to assist her in her quest for love. She rolls her eyes, but moves to a couch, sinking into it as she flips through it.
Get over any past hurt. With a snort, Mac continues to skim, and puts extra energy in rolling her eyes at Don't settle for Mr.Right Now. Maybe that would be a little more applicable if there was a Mr. Right Now. As it is, there's only Mr. Potentially Not Even in the Same Universe Anymore.
Mac puts the book down, and eyes the bookshelf, unsure if attempting to find another book is even worth the energy of getting up. Probably not.