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🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 ([info]jukejoint) wrote in [info]rooms,
@ 2015-03-09 00:43:00

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Entry tags:!marvel comics, *journal, *log, dylan mckendrick, jack corvus, luke henry, max main, thomas brandon

Dylan M, Jack C, Thomas B, Luke H
[Locked to Dylan M]
Hello.

[Locked to Jack C]
Hello.

[Locked to Thomas B]
Hello.

[Locked to Luke H]
Hello.



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Re: quicklog: jack c/max m
[info]jukejoint
2015-03-22 03:14 am UTC (link)
[She rolled her eyes.] You're bad at this. [Lying. He was bad at lying. She wasn't in touch enough with the whole feely thing to realize maybe he was embarrassed. She had spent her entire high school experience being embarrassed, but it was because of physical inadequacies, not because of feelings. He was not inadequate. Nope. Not even slightly inadequate.]

I knew he was a mistake. [She knew Thomas was a bad choice after two comments on the journal. She wondered how she'd made that choice. So very unimpressed, self.] He must be a real hottie. No other explanation. Also, buying birth control once we leave here. [Because getting knocked up was not something she ever wanted to do. No kids, not for her. They were fine for other people. Ella probably had a half-dozen of the things hanging around.]

Dylan says I'm not a criminal. Are you? [She would be disappointed if there wasn't at least one criminal in her life. How boring.] I'm unmaking those questionable life decisions. [She swigged her beer. Older her did some stupid shit she was not going to be repeating.]

I own a flower shop. [So deadpan. So disgusted.] I'm going. I need to process.

[She took his beer, and she bailed.]

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