[in an hour's time it's a wonder Brooke remembers her own name. something about her recent turn of events has just... well, it's not been good for her. she's been trying to keep a good face for the numbers club and for work, but faking it only goes so far. the buzzer snaps her out of her reverie; she staggers over to the intercom to let her guest enter the building.]
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