Gwen is, for once, actually in her office, staring at her journal like it contains the solution to all her problems. What it actually contains is far too many entries she wishes never had reason to exist, but that's entirely beside the point.
She snaps the journal shut as soon as Sam and Suzie appear in the doorway, looking up in concern. "What is it?" Better than any of the other ways she could think of to phrase it - what's wrong, or what happened? It's always something...
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She snaps the journal shut as soon as Sam and Suzie appear in the doorway, looking up in concern. "What is it?" Better than any of the other ways she could think of to phrase it - what's wrong, or what happened? It's always something...