Honora cheated.
Sort of.
Honorably, at least.
She repeats her little autobiographical tongue-twister a few times before entering the building.
Honora evades honorably.
Honora evades honorably.
Honora evades honorably.
The peppy posters accost her vision immediately.
God.
This is going to be a long...
She stops mid-thought, frustrated at the current impossibility of any form of temporal quantification.
Ugh.
Where’s Coggs when you need him?
Everyone says this is the hardest part.
She doesn’t know Everyone personally; in light of her current surroundings, the trustworthiness of Their opinion has become dubious in her mind.
Her mind.
Enter The Reason, stage left.
Deep breath.
She steps up.
Time to face the music.
Oh, goody.
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