Lake Catherine, Friday afternoon

[mparkerceo]

Parker had appropriated the porch swing, and was curled up on it, legs pulled up, glaring out at the beauty of the lake. Stupid swans. Stupid waves. Stupid willows. Everything was stupidShe ignored the mental voice that asked if everything was stupid, or if she was just frakking miserable. Hating everything for being stupid was easier on her ulcer

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[bridge_carson]

[ooc: awww *hugs Parker*]

[mparkerceo]

[*hugs back with enthusiasm*]

[cantgetnorelief]

[[Anders: *hugs Parker like whoa*]]

[mparkerceo]

[*hugs back with much thanks*]