010314 #jonquil Gwen realized she was fucking famished. Mary put on music while they ate the rest. It was spidery, labyrinthine, instrumental. Again, Gwen didn't feel like being the one who said what is this, so she just let it surround her and interweave the spaces around and between them. ::The curtains moved again, and Gwen wondered why they were pink. Nothing else about her friend was pink.::