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fandomhigh2009-02-02 12:07 am
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Library; Monday [ 02/02 ].
While he wasn't exactly resembling members of the living dead anymore, Cal was still not in the best of health. He was sniffling, coughing, carrying a box of Kleenex under one arm and wielding one of those little bottles of antibacterial stuff in his other hand. He was pretty sure he wasn't contagious, but the antibacterial stuff just seemed like a necessary politeness.
He flopped into the chair behind the desk, tilted his head back, and groaned.
He was probably going to be like this all day.
He flopped into the chair behind the desk, tilted his head back, and groaned.
He was probably going to be like this all day.