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JGOB, Monday Morning (5/28)
Mary has a craving for banana cream pie. She had a rough night and was still a little drowsy so there was also a large cup of coffee. She brought her to-do list with her, but so far the only thing she's accomplished is doodling all over her notepad.
[Open for anyone else needing baked goodies!]
[Open for anyone else needing baked goodies!]

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[OOC: I'm actually about to head off to bed but I'm fine with slow play. With all her issues, it might be a good idea for Mary to meet to local psychiatrist.]
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[ooc: SlowPlay is good. oh, this will be the crack, yes? I'm unfamiliar with your canon.]
[Stan: Why do I feel I should unlist my phone number?]
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[OOC: Here's a cheat sheet to Mary's canon (http://montecito-east.livejournal.com/1144.html)]
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She smiled and raised a hand in greeting to the woman she'd seen at the hotel yesterday as she went about ordering.
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At least she kept her cool this time and didn't start babbling like she did when she met the sheriff.
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She paused to sip her coffee. "I used to think in absolutes. People were either good or bad. Something was either right or wrong. That guy at the craps table either took the woman's casino chips or he didn't. And now my logic is all jumbled up. I don't even know if I'm a good person anymore." She stopped talking for a moment, looking down at the slice of pie that she had been eating. "I'm not making any sense, am I?"
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