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Office #26, Tuesday
Feb. 9th, 2010 06:12 amThe worst of Mitchell's twitches about last week were starting to wear off, but that didn't mean that he didn't still have a touch of the foul mood about him. In fact, he was on the phone with George right now.
Doing helpful things.
Like going off on him for his anal-retentive attention to dietary choices. "...We don't need pomegranates," he snapped, "They're not even really food! Oh, like you need an excuse, you're practically chained to the stove."
...Yes.
[[ the office, however, was open. like the post. ]]
Doing helpful things.
Like going off on him for his anal-retentive attention to dietary choices. "...We don't need pomegranates," he snapped, "They're not even really food! Oh, like you need an excuse, you're practically chained to the stove."
...Yes.
[[ the office, however, was open. like the post. ]]
