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🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in rooms,

Re: quicklog: jack c/max m
Luke told me.

[She rolled her eyes as she slid into the booth.] No. Please. Contain your joy.

[She hadn't given a lot of thought to the fact that the people here might not want her. That was just youthful selfishness, maybe, or maybe it had something to do with the fact that she wasn't much of a thinker. A doer, always, but not a thinker. She was glad to not be in Fort Benning, and she figured she was still her, and that would be enough, but maybe she was wrong.

Huh. Something to consider, and the awkward girl she'd always been hid any insecurity that made her feel; she was good a that. She'd learned it a week or two into her Army stint; never let them see your underbelly. She'd learned that lesson early with the General, but she'd mistakenly thought being out on her own, in the Army, would be different. It wasn't. Or, it was, but not in a good way, and every rejection letter from every newspaper ever was had made her realize she was never getting out.

Until now.]

Does this mean I don't get a beer?