[ Marcille was fast asleep when a message suddenly beamed into her oculars. (She doesn't silence her notifications at night, both because she wants to be alerted in case of an emergency and because she doesn't know how to do that.) Bedheaded and groggy, she wipes the drool from her cheek on the inside of her wrist and squints as she reads out the notification.
Who is this person? girlboss? It sounds vaguely familiar, so she opens the message. ]
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Who is this person? girlboss? It sounds vaguely familiar, so she opens the message. ]