the perfect eighth ring.

[nonsumqualiseram]

[ In the nine rings of hell, there exists a store. A store whose only function is to trap the souls of the unwilling, and torment those unlucky enough to claim a paycheck with that company's logo. Its name is... Mattie's Super Mini-Mart--For all your life's needs.

The most evilest of evil places.

...Or maybe that was just Sarah, once again, "relishing" her perfect citizen job--an escape from the tedium of a life that required her to do nothing. A life little more than morning, noon, and night.

So she could say, in poetics and scars. So she could say, if she ever deigned to speak of herself at all.

At any rate, she was off in five minutes, and only had one more customer to ring out before she could escape. ]

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ahhh sarah, let me love you

[negata]

<sub>[It's been a day. It's time that she'll put behind her soon enough, time that will bring her closer. Weighing pro and cons, concerning herself with unnecessary details and deciding whether it's been worthwhile is likely to be a fruitless endeavour. At the end of it all, she just isn't sure what to think of it, and to follow that train of thought would be...unproductive. She wouldn't start.

So. It's just been a day.

One that has been devoid of some comforts.

She almost hadn't come, and that reason more than anything was why she had to. It'd taken a fair amount of preparation, physical and otherwise. She'd left most of her cards behind and had dressed simply. By the time she'd eventually entered the store, it became a decision that she immediately regretted every time she saw someone else in it, then stood by when she'd pass entirely beneath their notice or took little interest in her being there. There were a few curious stares that lingered, largely because of her earrings, but no one appeared to recognize her. The process repeated, and though she kept it contained, it never came close to anything resembling comfort, or even indifference, but that didn't matter now. She'd be gone soon, even if she would pay for that sanctuary.

Thirty three dollars and forty seven cents for her items. And a mint in anxiety.

As she's said it's been a day.]</sub>