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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:40 am] |
Who: Bill and whoever'd like to talk
When: Midafternoon
Where: By the Capitol Reflection Pool.
Bill was sitting, stretched out on the semi-sun-warmed concrete, soaking up as much of what little warmth there was that he could before the temperature began to drop as the sun headed down below the horizon. He didn't mind being just another one of the city's homeless except when it got cold. Then again, he probably wasn't the only one who felt that way.
Still, things were moving, and Bill had been hearing some more disturbing things than usual. Not just what the news reported, either. Whispers on the street. The sorts of things that made him keep one eye behind him at all times. Figuratively speaking. Made him jumpy. |
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anxious