*sighs* I couldn't finish this––and it's not even that long. I just don't want to bother. I got like halfway through it, waiting for something interesting to happen, and nothing did. Maybe I'll pick it back up eventually, since I bought it and all ... but I don't feel particularly compelled to do...
She was wearing old shorts and one of Sandy’s gym shirts. She had a pair of blue jeans in her hand, with a needle and thread hanging off them. She tucked the Bell under her arm without looking at it. “What are you doing to your jeans?” I asked. She had red thread on her needle and a square of red...