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soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-02-22 10:43 am
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Room 406, before Shop
Xander stared at The Drawer, then at the duct tape and handful of pencils on his desk. Then at The Drawer. Then at the laptop screen full of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Then at The Drawer.
It was wrong, and sacrelicious. And yet.
He pulled open The Drawer, shielded his eyes from the Holy Golden Glow and set to work.
It was wrong, and sacrelicious. And yet.
He pulled open The Drawer
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