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@robyndoll
Explain to me this conspiracy against me, yeah And tell me how I lost my power, oh yeah
 It’s better than working for a small wage elsewhere I guess? I’ve never had a job before, so I can’t compare it really. Working sucks no matter where some days. Everyone bitches about work sometimes.
The only job I know it's the one I know and it's fucking ace. Why don't you just quit and get something better?Â
I don’t know if I get paid enough for this. After stopping a girl from building castles with records, her baby brother became a literal ankle-biter. Thank god my shift is over.
You work at Vinyl's? I don't know if that sucks or it's actually cool...
Robyn & Carmen
 "Well you could say that." she joked back with a smirk on her face. "I’ve got a spare room. If you want it, it’s yours." Carmen replied with a small shrug before leaning down to take another hit.Â
"I -- ... " Robyn started, ready to decline but the offer sounded almost all too good. "I'll get back to you on that." She smiled warmly, certainly moved by the offer. Carmen seemed to think of Robyn always and she couldn't be more grateful. She watched the woman take a hit. "Won't you miss home?" Robyn asked her. They had a close bond, questions could be asked, and no bullshit was aloud.Â
"Hey, there is an actual story behind why I’m buying that album."
Go ahead, tell me a story I don't want to know about.
Do you ever look at someone and just think, God you seem like such an asshole and yet still I’d be down to fuck? Because I pretty much feel that way about Alex Turner to be honest and I have no idea why. I dunno maybe I just like assholes.
Aren't those the best fucks though? The ones where you start by arguing about some mindless shit then next thing you know he's pulling your underwear down in a cramped space.Â
 "Wait, what? Um…Could you please move? I really wanted to grab The Portable Dorothy Parker."
Robyn raises an eyebrow and her head turns to look at the girl, one eyebrow risen. She moves her head back and her hand reaches for the book she was looking for. "Let's see," she starts, looking for the small reading the book has to see what it's about. "This collection ranges over the verse, stories, essays, and journalism of one of the twentieth century's most quotable authors," Robyn reads, grimacing. "This sounds boring." Her whole body turns, book in hand, dangling it -- almost teasing the girl.Â
 Seriously? Dude I’d totally owe you one if I had any way to pay you back.
No need to pay me back. No one should get denied a plate of food.
 …Smart shit babble?
You know what, Robyn. You can smoke 3/4.
Yeah you're definitely way off your horse. I'll be generous and let you smoke it all, don't worry about me, kid.
 I doubt that was her being honest. It was more of her just being pretentious. She relates the cost of the thing with the amount of satisfaction she can get.
Whoever said money doesn't make people happy obviously didn't have a grand in their bank account. Granny knows best.
"Hey, sorry to bother you, but you’re kind of standing in front of the books I was going to look at."
"Too bad for you?" Â Her back remains to the girl while she hid her weed against in her bra.Â
ROBYN SAWYER'S MOODBOARD
 No one bought me dinner yet.
{she mutters under her breath} Jesus fucking Christ.
Let's go then.
 "Yeah, alright," Jade smirked a bit. "I just don’t do the foot fetish thing."
"Chill, I don't either."
 "If you’ve got the money, I’ve got the time."
"Your room in an hour?"
 Not from you.
I didn't want to actually fuck you, Patrick. I never have, never will.Â