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[Nov. 26th, 2008|11:16 ] |
The monster hunter is sitting in a boot along the wall, chin propped in his hand, eyes focused on a notebook laid open on the table, pen poised in the other hand as if to write. But he's not writing. He's not even reading. The pages are rather blank and Michael appears to be staring.
In actuality, he's thinking. He does that quite often. He's got several things on his mind - holidays, friends, work, work, work - the usual, really. |
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