OPEN STARTER: connor.txt
location: near a dumpster somewhere
Connor's mother would have killed her if she knew that her daughter -- given her pedigree -- was diving into dumpsters. Such activities shouldn't be labelled as something that girls of "her class" did not "sink to" because why waste perfectly good things? It wasn't like Connor had the wealth she had in her youth. And all of that wealth was still not something that made her as happy and rescuing forgotten items from adding to the piles of plastic at the local dump.
"How silly people are that we just throw perfectly good things away just because they weren't able to be sold?" Connor noted. She shifted through her box of goodies before showing it off to the other person. If the so chose, they could take whatever they like. Or, if they preferred, they could simply marvel at her harvest.














