Gwen can't even remember the last time she attended a sleepover — not just had someone else over, but been to a party with so many other girls, all laughing and talking and eating. It's nice, doing something so ordinary, so ubiquitous, that hasn't been part of her life in ages. Being surrounded by the others, it kind of feels like life is normal again. In a tank top and cotton shorts for pajamas, Gwen watches the others, grinning to herself. She leans forward to reach her foot, brushing another layer of purple onto a toe. "Can someone hand me the top coat?"
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Date: 2013-10-20 03:17 pm (UTC)