Lucky for him - or maybe not - there was some banging around outside, the sound of keys in the lock and a nervously jittering George heading towards the front door. "It's Mitchell," he called, and lo and overhear, someone stepped onto the mat in the hallway.
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Date: 2012-09-22 01:34 pm (UTC)