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[For Karen]
Aug. 28th, 2010 08:42 pmThirty.
Yeah, Robin was still not used to that at all. She had been thirty for weeks now and she still didn't feel that different, but at the same time, she didn't feel so much twenty-nine anymore. It was like this big flashing sign was over her head now saying that Robin was an adult woman and now had to be held to those standards. And god, but that sucked to even think about.
Hence why she was at Karen's door just days after her birthday (aware that this one was the big 3-0, too) and had a bottle of wine in hand. "Open up," Robin demanded. "I've come to inebriate you."
Yeah, Robin was still not used to that at all. She had been thirty for weeks now and she still didn't feel that different, but at the same time, she didn't feel so much twenty-nine anymore. It was like this big flashing sign was over her head now saying that Robin was an adult woman and now had to be held to those standards. And god, but that sucked to even think about.
Hence why she was at Karen's door just days after her birthday (aware that this one was the big 3-0, too) and had a bottle of wine in hand. "Open up," Robin demanded. "I've come to inebriate you."
