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Dec. 3rd, 2014 03:57 amLast summer, in the aftermath of almost being killed, Molly locked down all of her social media. It didn't take long for it to become apparent how fucking vicious some Tiffany Charlotte fans could be — some sick people in general, but those in particular — and she decided quickly that it just wasn't worth it. She's kept a Twitter account for work running, needing some kind of public profile, since she works in communications, but has used it rarely, preferring to stick to the one where she gets to approve friend requests, where only the people she knows can read it.
She doesn't often branch out from that. Mindy was an exception, her username having come up on Molly's feed a few times, the two of them having friends in common, and, as it turned out, an addiction to the same soap opera. Unusual as having befriended someone this way might be for her these days, it's nice, anyway. She's never really found herself with a lot of female friends, and while that's never been something she had a problem with or thought much about, nor has the fact that those she has here are ones she made under less than pleasant circumstances, being able to do something like this — an afternoon shopping that will be a hell of a lot more fun than if she'd gone alone — is still something she thinks she'll enjoy.
Standing just inside the mall's entrance where she and Mindy have agreed to meet up, Molly leans against a wall, checking her email on her phone although she's (mostly) sworn off working while she's out. It's a fucking weekend; there's nothing that can't wait until Monday, or at least a few hours. She pockets it, anyway, when she spots Mindy, breaking into a grin and straightening up. "Hey," she says. "Ready to do this?"
She doesn't often branch out from that. Mindy was an exception, her username having come up on Molly's feed a few times, the two of them having friends in common, and, as it turned out, an addiction to the same soap opera. Unusual as having befriended someone this way might be for her these days, it's nice, anyway. She's never really found herself with a lot of female friends, and while that's never been something she had a problem with or thought much about, nor has the fact that those she has here are ones she made under less than pleasant circumstances, being able to do something like this — an afternoon shopping that will be a hell of a lot more fun than if she'd gone alone — is still something she thinks she'll enjoy.
Standing just inside the mall's entrance where she and Mindy have agreed to meet up, Molly leans against a wall, checking her email on her phone although she's (mostly) sworn off working while she's out. It's a fucking weekend; there's nothing that can't wait until Monday, or at least a few hours. She pockets it, anyway, when she spots Mindy, breaking into a grin and straightening up. "Hey," she says. "Ready to do this?"
