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fandomtownies2021-09-16 05:18 pm
not_a_goddamn_princess) wrote in fandomtownies2021-09-16 05:18 pm
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Pick Your Poison, Thursday
At least the house was a vast improvement on whatever the hell was going on upstairs. Margo locked the door to the apartment and left it that way; now that what little they had was back at the house, there was no reason to poke and prod at the poison plants.
Besides, a shipment of face masks had just showed up. The new stuff smelled like actual roses: Margo was a fan. And what better time to smear some on and try the new product than break time? It wasn’t like she was actually working. She was hanging out in the corner of a store, her nose in a book on portal magic, and if anyone came in to get anything and happened to leave their money behind, hey.
You live your life, Margo lived hers.
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Besides, a shipment of face masks had just showed up. The new stuff smelled like actual roses: Margo was a fan. And what better time to smear some on and try the new product than break time? It wasn’t like she was actually working. She was hanging out in the corner of a store, her nose in a book on portal magic, and if anyone came in to get anything and happened to leave their money behind, hey.
You live your life, Margo lived hers.
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