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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Munching his way through his sandwich, which he held in one hand, and counting his spare change with the other, David passed by a rubbish bin which had a nearly pristine copy of the Daily Prophet just resting on its rim. Hmm.
He shoved the coins into his pocket and took a step back toward the bin, pausing to read the headlines while he finished his sandwich. Couldn't he just... take this? To read? Why not, when he was killing time as it was. Valerie Gray, in general, loathed being where people were and Jerry's attempts to socialize her by squandering her (with very little effort required on his part) into attending his film functions only made the deep frown that all too often graced her porcelain features all the more defined. Today was another one of those days.
Fired from yet another waitress job for her lack of etiquette (it was hardly her fault that the patron in question had ordered a cheeseburger with no cheese, which was irritating enough, and then found his ice team poured on his head when he suggested she stick her finger in it to turn it into a sweet tea), Valerie was hardly counting her blessings as she stormed her way over towards the trash can and tore off the apron to the the diner. With a growl that would make even rabid dogs cower, she threw the worthless fabric in and hardly paid its current occupant any mind.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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