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People think she's shallow.
And she's not. She has a lot of very serious concerns.
The recent altar-dumping.
The bullet that killed a dear friend.
The vengeful witch who stormed in here, froze her in place, sucked the books dry, got a change in hairstyle, and is now probably off hunting geeks.
The pile of sucked books, which are now completely worthless and unsellable.
The likelihood that things are going to get much, much worse.
The fear.
She really isn't shallow.
But right now, shallow or not, there's only one thought in her head:
Wow. I really have to pee.