Office #26, Monday

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At least today, Mitchell wasn't going to have to fear being assaulted by random vampires in his office, which was a cheery enough prospect to get him to go there. This time, he found no qualms in the idea of turning on his television and sitting back in his chair with a bag of nachos.

Honestly, the whole thing had him thinking maybe he should pay a visit to Bristol again sometime soon; he was starting to feel a little caged 'round here. Maybe a tall glass of lager and some real (tasteless, paper) crisps would help assuage the feeling.

Oh well. He popped a nacho into his mouth and propped his feet up on the desk.

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