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Jun. 11th, 2011 11:53 pmShe glares into the fridge, fingers tapping an uneven rhythm on the door, and blows her hair out of her eyes - it's getting long now, less a style than an event on her head.
"It's always the same," she says to no one in particular. "You're always out of Saturday before you've even registered the packet's been opened."
"It's always the same," she says to no one in particular. "You're always out of Saturday before you've even registered the packet's been opened."