"Plans just get fucked up anyway," Rhiannon said. "I didn't plan on moving to Nevada, completely ostracized from everyone I knew prior to... Jesus, two months ago? I mean," she swept an arm outward, plastic bracelets rattling together like bones, "There is no one in my life right now that I knew on the fourth of July and I'm not sad about it."
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ninetydegrees
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on 2013-10-08 01:39 am (UTC)She dropped her arm.
"I plan on change."