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stacyexperimentSo, the ghosts had been taken care of and all last weekend, but Gwen hadn't felt completely comfortable with anything until the seven days she'd been warned about were over and she hadn't died.
What, call her cautious.
So the last week had just been nerve-wracking and kind of messed up even if she wasn't coughing up anything gross anymore, and she was kind of tired of either dying or almost dying or being threatened with dying, but she was still here.
She was still here and wearing a camo snuggie as she flipped around Netflix for something to watch on her computer, because the mere act of surviving earned her the right to watch something trashy and dumb.
[I meant to do so much with this, sigh. Post can be open!]
What, call her cautious.
So the last week had just been nerve-wracking and kind of messed up even if she wasn't coughing up anything gross anymore, and she was kind of tired of either dying or almost dying or being threatened with dying, but she was still here.
She was still here and wearing a camo snuggie as she flipped around Netflix for something to watch on her computer, because the mere act of surviving earned her the right to watch something trashy and dumb.
[I meant to do so much with this, sigh. Post can be open!]
