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Mail box
● Just don't leave any nasty stuff in here, other messages are fine●
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La française, c'est toi
Of course there were ups and downs to any situation, but after a hellish period, combined with the recognition of being totally and utterly alone, and this time not on her own accord, Marie had accepted Sabine's invitation all too eagerly.
Yes, sometimes she was still a bit unsure about the woman, she seemed to be smarter and more exciting and just more sure about everything (and she had someone to love, even though that came with a strange, Grown Up situation), but Marie had never felt that she was Sabine's charity cause. And hey, she spoke French, the both of them could use "lessons" as excuse to get together until either one of them was over it.
Because Marie really needed something to get through her day, to make her head shut up. Not just the regular subjects bullying her, but the strange there and not there of Danny and a life with Danny ..going crazy was as low on the list as 'being transported to a space station' had been. She brought her tablet, found some station issued notebook and pen (wow!) and left for Sabine's place, not even bothering with dressing up in her own clothes.
"Bonjour!" Before knocking, she put a smile in place, trying to think herself into a better mood. No matter what would happen next, at the very least she had left her room.
Yes, sometimes she was still a bit unsure about the woman, she seemed to be smarter and more exciting and just more sure about everything (and she had someone to love, even though that came with a strange, Grown Up situation), but Marie had never felt that she was Sabine's charity cause. And hey, she spoke French, the both of them could use "lessons" as excuse to get together until either one of them was over it.
Because Marie really needed something to get through her day, to make her head shut up. Not just the regular subjects bullying her, but the strange there and not there of Danny and a life with Danny ..going crazy was as low on the list as 'being transported to a space station' had been. She brought her tablet, found some station issued notebook and pen (wow!) and left for Sabine's place, not even bothering with dressing up in her own clothes.
"Bonjour!" Before knocking, she put a smile in place, trying to think herself into a better mood. No matter what would happen next, at the very least she had left her room.
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Level F North apartment 22
That's a lot of tiles through the everywhere. Not that Marie doesn't know that she has to be glad that she isn't shelved into a bunk bed somewhere, but seriously? Is there a water leakage problem? Was the previous inhabitant having troubles with their bladder? Bladders? Was there a previous inhabitant?
The bedroom just made her laugh. As plain, dull and uninspiring as her romantic and sex life. Seriously, that they had even given her a King', opposed to previously mentioned bunk bed.
There was a lot of kitchen for there not being food and Marie not being a cooking person, but hey. Look at all the friends she could have over with six seating spaces.
Friends.
Ha.
Fuck, she was all alone in freaking space.