Genevieve unpinned her nametag (a battle in itself, no one had been outright cruel but putting it on every day felt like both a wound and a triumph) and tucked it into her pocket. "No, I'm done for the day now." She fidgets, and wonders if she should just run.
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Date: 2015-11-27 03:59 am (UTC)But the smile's returned in kind.