Jon
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Post by Jon on Dec 19, 2003 17:05:06 GMT -5
((After the big jump, this is also the afternoon after Irish Creme's funeral))
Rootie walked into the cafe. The area around her eyes was covered in black crud. It was obviosley smeared mascara. Her hair wasn't it's normal bouncy, curly self, but instead, quite longer, and the curls were loose, and carefree. She had been crying all that morning.
She had attended Irish Creme's funeral, and it had just broke her heart. She now finally realized that her best friend was gone, and there wasn't anything she couldn't do. She held back the tears as she stood there in the cafe. She was turning in her resignation. She was going to start running Novel Ideas, in the place of Irish Creme. She stiffled back some more tears, as she scribbled down the reasons why she was leaving. She also scribbled down how she would offer to pay for new menus, because the new ones they had just got in had some of her items on it. She stopped writing and then took the pink slip back into the kitchen, and laid it near Cotton Candy's work area. She wiped a few tears from her eyes, and then walked out of the cafe.
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