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Without having a driver's license buying groceries was way more of chore than it had to be. Barbara was learning this lesson the hard way this Sunday morning as she gripped two plastic bags in one hand and balanced another paper bag filled on her hip. On top of the bag laid her mail, including this month's rent. Barbara was very reliant when it came to her bills and payments. She might not eat for a couple days or do laundry for a week or two but the girl always made sure her dues were paid. 

Walking thorough the entry way she was met with the presence of one of the newer residents she had noticed came in within the last month. She smiled and nodded, but didn't stop to talk, as her hands were full and she'd rather not melt the ice cream she bought over small talk. She also wasn't really dressed to impress that morning but she wasn't a total slob either, a tad of make up but her dirty hair done in a braid from a few nights before. Babs rested her bags on the floor so she could get the feeling back in her fingers for a moment before walking down the hallway to the elevator. 

Arriving to the elevator she pressed her slender fingers onto the button several times. She knew one press would be enough but several presses seemed to make it go faster- even though it never did. As the door opened, she walked in. She pressed the key for the 4th floor and leaned back against the cold railing inside the elevator shaft. Babs shrugged her tired body, her arm tightening around her bag as the doors reopened. She fiddled with the keys on her key chain that hung from her book bag- as she opened the door with her hip. A strong hint of mint would hit the nose of the young girl and any one within that floor as the door opened for Barbara's place. She always had incense, candles, or some type of air wick type machine going so that her small place didn't reek of weed. Placing her grocery bags on the counter, Barbara proceeded in slipping off her timberlands boots and dropping her book bag into the closet opening right by the door. 

Within the apartment wasn't anything too classy, Barbara had a small kitchenette with a table that could seat four people. Her living room had a large couch and television, in the living room also was a desk that held various paperwork and a camera that was taken a part into pieces. Art hung all over the wall, both bought and hand made. A small bathroom down the hallway, and Barbara's bedroom across from that. Her bedroom was fairly packed with clothes, shoes, and other accessories. A bed much larger than what she needed took up most of the space and a bedside table held a lamp and some smoking paraphernalia. If anyone asked they were sculptures from France or [i]something[/i].

After dropping off her stuff and putting the mail on her desk, she began putting away everything that needed to be refrigerated or put into the freezer. It seemed like it was going to be a fairly smooth day, she had gotten all her errands done in an impressive time and would have the rest of the Sunday to do exactly what you were meant to do on Sundays:

Relax.