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Room 417, Friday Evening
May. 29th, 2009 08:46 pmOne minute Jill was sitting at her desk, trying to write a 'Dear Jack' letter and not really coming up with anything past 'Seriously DO NOT cut my hair.' This was hard.
The next there was no Jill.
There was, however, a very nice potted geranium sitting on the desk.
It hoped someone thought to water it.
The next there was no Jill.
There was, however, a very nice potted geranium sitting on the desk.
It hoped someone thought to water it.
