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[Jan. 13th, 2009|01:00 am] |
*leaves the Fountain and heads home to change clothes after a pretty productive day, all told*
*has hardly gotten into the car when his phone starts singing with an incoming call* *checks the caller ID and grins, flipping it open*
Hiya, Carol. Where's my sunshine, huh? You promised me an export for New Years. |
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chipper