Date: 2015-11-20 05:15 pm (UTC)
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"Oh. Yes, I've done that. I understand how it is. Sometimes you need a break, right?" Again the insincere cut-glass-fragile smile. They'd released her from Arkham little better than when she went in, save for the drugs. She'd huddled in her home as the dust piled up, reusing dirty dishes and unwashed clothing because she hadn't the energy to clean them and clean-cup-move-down only worked until you ran out of teacups. What purpose had there been to go out? She had no friends, no job, every person on the street seemed to look at her with loathing as if they somehow knew what she'd done. She'd almost cut down through her entire savings before she'd found the dress, and the dress had led to the crown, and after the crown she'd had the courage to start handing out her resume.

It was better now. She had friends, she had a job. She had the crown.

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