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fates_jaye) wrote2006-04-09 04:48 pm
fates_jaye) wrote2006-04-09 04:48 pm
Room 417, Sunday evening
It's still kinda early when Jaye gets in. She has not had a good day. First was the Cameron breakup, which... ow. Then another psychotic breakdown at the Perk.
But whatever. It's hopefully over. The whore and the JGOB clerk can go get married and have lots of Jaye-hating babies, for all she cares.
She doesn't have a fridge, but she has a leftover bagel from the other day. Of course, she only has one toaster.
But whatever. It's hopefully over. The whore and the JGOB clerk can go get married and have lots of Jaye-hating babies, for all she cares.
She doesn't have a fridge, but she has a leftover bagel from the other day. Of course, she only has one toaster.
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Unfortunately, the toaster falls onto the floor.
"NO," says Jaye, looking at the animals. "We're done. We are so done. No more cryptic messages. None. This isn't funny anymore."
They don't say anything. Good.
Jaye bends down, and picks up the toaster. Which doesn't work when she goes to put the bagel in.
Jaye sads.