"That's my brother's job," she muttered, looking down at the food and water. Vaguely, she could remember talking to Marshall at the rave, telling him to go earn the right to wear Maxxie's crown and suddenly she wished she'd just gone home with Harry instead of wandering off. Going home with her boyfriend probably would have meant something better than this.
"And, yeah, I'm totally sure that your romance novel problem is equally as upsetting as all the mental health books that it throws at me," she added, picking at the bread. "Like I need a reminder of how much doctors suck and couldn't help my mom."
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Date: 2011-08-31 01:25 pm (UTC)"And, yeah, I'm totally sure that your romance novel problem is equally as upsetting as all the mental health books that it throws at me," she added, picking at the bread. "Like I need a reminder of how much doctors suck and couldn't help my mom."