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Kansas City, MO, Tuesday Morning
Oct. 23rd, 2012 02:50 pmSome days Kate just felt like an adult. This seemed to be one of them. Maybe it was the fact that she was actually having some vaguely healthy cereal for breakfast, or that she was reading the morning paper, or something seemingly inconsequential like that. It couldn't be work, because she had the day off, blissfully. There'd been screaming children and grouchy old men all over her flights yesterday.
Maybe she was just happy, and therefore willing to feel like she could be a responsible and productive member of society.
"Oh, man, there's a sale at this one furniture store," she said, mostly to herself, spotting the ad in the paper, "we should totally go."
That was an adult thing to say, wasn't it?
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/visits/the guy!]
Maybe she was just happy, and therefore willing to feel like she could be a responsible and productive member of society.
"Oh, man, there's a sale at this one furniture store," she said, mostly to herself, spotting the ad in the paper, "we should totally go."
That was an adult thing to say, wasn't it?
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/visits/the guy!]
