Room 232; Wednesday Morning [08/03].

Libby felt she'd done a pretty good job of shaking off all those uncomfortable feelings that last weekend had given her, and she was fairly certainly that the Wednesday activity in the park would help even further, but, just to make sure, she was spending that morning, sitting on her bed and hunched over her phone as she texted Zo about it and got her perspective on it.

There definitely weren't very many people back home she could text something like almost everyone wound up as their selves from twenty years in the future except for me and now I'm worried that I don't even have a future and have them not even blink an eye over it, but also respond, without hesitation, that maybe Libby's future was so awesome, that it would have just blown everyone's minds, so, for everyone's safety and well-being, she stayed herself.

Libby strongly doubted that, but she did appreciate the sentiment, and the two of them eventually devolved into their usual idle chatter, until Libby realized that if she didn't get going soon, she was going to miss the activity entirely.

So she told Zo why she had to go, which then just sucked her right back into some speculation about how terrible the shirt she was going to get this week would.

Oh, she was so going to be late getting to the park, but it was worth it, for some of Zo's ideas on what horrors in clothing might await Libby today.

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