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Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (wickedwicker) wrote in bellumlogs,

That little nugget of knowledge and a quarter would get her a gumball. Scowling at the redhead, Joanie continued to fish in her purse. "Well, that makes sense, because once I find what I'm looking for I stop looking." God, didn't people think anymore? Honestly, it's like they just opened up their mouths and let whatever inane bullshit popped into their heads just spew out all over the floor. And somehow, Joanie was always there to watch the mess when it happened. How did she get to be so lucky?

The question made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Jaw clenching, she gripped a wayward pencil until she could feel the wood start to crack. Didn't these people have anything better to talk about? After a long, slow sigh of frustration, Joanie nodded shortly. "Yeah, actually. I did." She glanced up briefly to look at the girl, though her gaze darted away before they could make eye contact. She sincerely hoped this wasn't about to turn into an attempt at "girl talk" about feelings - she wasn't sure she had any at the moment.