gretchen wieners was talking to you. Regina had told you all about her. She’d told you how Gretchen had gone coo coo so she’d had to kick her out of the group. She’d told you how Gretchen had vanished off the face of the earth for four months and when she’d returned she’d been all punk and weird. She’d told you to steer clear of her

but now here she was, sitting on the bathroom counter casually chit chatting with you “I don’t think I know you, are you new?”