[She eventually wanders her way out to the bank of a creek. It's a nice place to sit and God knows she doesn't want to go back to her apartment and face cleaning up the mess she made. Idly throwing rocks into the water, she's the picture of melancholy.
Stupid, she knows it, but hey. Tossing little rocks into the water is kinda mind-numbing, especially when she starts focusing on all the little things about it: the sound of the rock hitting the water, the way the ripples move, the feel of the pebble between her fingers.]
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Stupid, she knows it, but hey. Tossing little rocks into the water is kinda mind-numbing, especially when she starts focusing on all the little things about it: the sound of the rock hitting the water, the way the ripples move, the feel of the pebble between her fingers.]