Jul 5, 2016
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WINONA: i have seen more drunken girls in fourth of july bikinis in the past few days than i care to talk about.
WINONA: please tell me that you didn't spend your holiday in some completely uninspired way.
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WINONA: i have seen more drunken girls in fourth of july bikinis in the past few days than i care to talk about.
WINONA: please tell me that you didn't spend your holiday in some completely uninspired way.
“i cannot believe my life right now,” delaney groaned, eyes falling to find the entire contents of her bag spilled onto the ground. she crouched, scrambling to collect it all -- from lip gloss tubes and her wallet to a book featuring a smiling baby on its cover and at least a dozen guitar picks. stopping by the cafe for an iced vanilla chai was supposed to serve as an afternoon pick-me-up, but she hadn’t even made it out the door before that was ruined for her. she didn’t imagine it possible, but the terrible day she’d been having up until that moment and suddenly became even worse. the strap of her shoulder bag snapped, strained by the weight of everything she was toting -- and now here she was, on the floor of a coffee shop. she was nearly done shoving her belongings back into her broken purse when she lost her grip on a bottle of prenatal vitamins, which rolled right into an approaching pair of feet. of course. she sighed, her eyes rolling at her own misfortune. “sorry,” she muttered, feeling a combination of annoyance and embarrassment. despite speaking to them, she didn’t bother to trail up from the shoes to find their face. “mind grabbing that?”
“ THERE’S A FUCKING INSECT IN HERE. I NEED HELP. OH, MY GOD – welcome to the atlantis record, music shop and no, if you’re asking yourself this, i wasn’t screaming at a bee that has just flown over me. um, do you need something ? ”
the beach was peaceful & the pier had found a companion in winona de marco, who was perched at the end of it, her slim legs dangling over the edge as she flicked bread crumbs into the water. she could have walked around, she supposed, but seaglass beach was meant to be admired not browsed. her brown hues flicked upwards as someone moved into her tanning light & her mouth turned down in annoyance. ‘ can i help you ? ‘
arielle had just finished a long shift at the hospital and was trudging her way to her car when she literally ran into somebody and dropped the overflowing folder she was cradling, “oh shit -” she bent over and started to pick it up, “i should have watched where i was going -”
‘ never go near a tree with a croissant,’ thea said, f r u s t r a t i o n evident in her voice as she removed her torn and stained shirt and tossed it into the nearest garbage bin, thankful for the tank top she was wearing underneath. being topless was the only thing that could’ve made her situation worse. ‘ because a very hungry squirrel WILL attack you, and those little fuckers show NO MERCY. ’
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WINONA: help, my mom is coming into town. WINONA: and she wants to stay with me @ my dad’s. WINONA: how do i avoid ww3?
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WINONA: do you want to go out for breakfast?
WINONA: my treat, of course.