February 29th, 2012

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[After her... less-than-pleasant encounter with Don, Descole has retreated to a sofa in the corner of the lobby to smoke her way through the rest of her current pack of cigarettes and reflect on how much she hates everyone and everything right now. Everything is complicated, people are complicated, and she really wishes she could just go to her room and never have to bother with coming out. If only this place would let her.

Feel free to interrupt her moping, though, if you can stand the smoke.
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