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"A friend is a present you can buy yourself."

[technophobia.livejournal.com]

Amanda had been increasingly cranky and surly for a solid week, snapping at everyone in the office. The rest of X-Force had given her an increasingly wider berth, but her mood had not improved at all.

The July afternoon was thick with humidity, and an afternoon rain shower mixed with the tears that Amanda scrubbed angrily away from her eyes. She weaved, a bit unsteady on her feet, clutching a sodden paper sack in one hand, the outline of a bottle visible under the wet paper.

"Yer fuckin' plonker," she cursed at a headstone, her London accent thicker than it had been for a long time. "It's been two years, an' I'm still so bloody pissed at yer I can't see straight." She hurled the bottle at the grey marble, a muffled shattering sound coming forth as the bag slid down to rest on the freshly mowed grass.

Just when it seemed like she was about to fall over, the rain stopped pouring down over her head and someone stopped behind her, standing close enough to prop her up. She looked up at a wide black umbrella, then looked over her shoulder through bedraggled blonde bangs at Marie-Ange, who stared down at the headstone with an indescribably haunted expression before putting her arm awkwardly around her former roommate's shoulders and turning her away from the grave and toward a waiting car.