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502, Saturday Night
Dec. 6th, 2008 07:56 pmBoring weekend evenings seemed to be turning into a habit, Romeo reflected ruefully.
At least he was getting some writing done. Though this particular draft was destined for the wastepaper bin. He threw it through the air and it landed a few inches shy of the bin, joining a small nest of its brethren.
The door was open.
[OOC: Open, like it says.]
At least he was getting some writing done. Though this particular draft was destined for the wastepaper bin. He threw it through the air and it landed a few inches shy of the bin, joining a small nest of its brethren.
The door was open.
[OOC: Open, like it says.]
