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71 Serendipity Street, Saturday
Jul. 2nd, 2011 01:42 pmHe'd promised Kate and Jack Saturday. So Saturday it was. Mitchell wasn't sure he was up for it being Saturday so soon.
He pottered around the house, poking through the snacks in the cabinet. Turning on the television. Turning on the radio. None of it really kept his attention for very long, and so he wound up drifting through the house more than anything. If he were inclined to make jokes right now, he'd have said he was being a bit like a ghost.
Eventually, Mitchell just crashed down on the sofa. There would be distractions soon enough, and trying to find any more seemed about as pointless as anything else.
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He pottered around the house, poking through the snacks in the cabinet. Turning on the television. Turning on the radio. None of it really kept his attention for very long, and so he wound up drifting through the house more than anything. If he were inclined to make jokes right now, he'd have said he was being a bit like a ghost.
Eventually, Mitchell just crashed down on the sofa. There would be distractions soon enough, and trying to find any more seemed about as pointless as anything else.
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