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[Aug. 24th, 2008|10:40 pm] |
*is staring at the big screen in a sports bar in Hithlum*
Oh, for Dad's sake. Surely she knows now. Surely. I mean. He just snogged her. On national television. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|06:39 pm] |
*finishes studying the transcripts from Ulmo's latest request show*
*feeds all of the information into a spreadsheet and comes up with some very pretty piecharts that show just how much time Mr. Conway spends flirting with his callers*
*also analyses the number of prank calls and comes to the conclusion that Ossë must be well outside mobile phone coverage because of the dramatic decrease in prank calls this past month*
*steps out of her office (which is approximately the same size and proportions as a broom closet) to hunt for some coffee* |
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busy