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Guess she couldn't sleep in the park anymore, and the bus depot was out of the question too, since the cops kicked her out of there a few weeks ago.

For the time being, Liz just wandered, aimlessly, no direction at all besides wherever the road took her.  She took a moment to rest sitting against a wall outside a record store.  If she had some weed, now would be a good time to probably blaze up.  At least it would keep her mind off what else occupying her thoughts...but Jennifer.  But....why did it bother her so much?  It didn't before, and she knew Jen was a prostitute.  She knew the girl was gonna have sex with other women besides her, and yet Liz [i]wasn't[/i] okay with it now?

Who was she to say what Jen wanted to do with her life?

Bothersome she sighed, curling her legs up to her as close as she could and resting her head on her knees, a vacant stare towards nothing but the small cracks in the sidewalk.  [color=6ecff6][i]Get a hold of yourself, Liz.[/i][/color]  She chided herself.  [color=6ecff6][i]It's just what she's going to do.  If she wants to fuck other girls, fine.  It's not like she feels anything for them.  Of course not...[/i][/color]

But Liz...what if she was just [i]one[/i] of those girls?

She needed something to distract her.  Music maybe, so she grabbed her guitar and fished her pick out of her gray jacket, strumming the strings and playing a few chords.