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A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Sunday Noon
Jun. 20th, 2010 11:52 amBy noon, there still hadn't been any sign of George. Though to be honest, after what had happened that morning, Mitchell wasn't so certain he was unhappy about that. Let him be out for a while, and keep Tully with him.
He wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
Unfortunately, that meant he was stuck in Bristol for however long it took them to get George to see reason-- making class tomorrow an impossible dream. He made sure Annie was feeling all right before slipping into his own room, searching for his mobile. He found it sitting on the floor near the saxophone and picked it up, dialing a number quickly.
[[ for she who he be calling ]]
He wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
Unfortunately, that meant he was stuck in Bristol for however long it took them to get George to see reason-- making class tomorrow an impossible dream. He made sure Annie was feeling all right before slipping into his own room, searching for his mobile. He found it sitting on the floor near the saxophone and picked it up, dialing a number quickly.
[[ for she who he be calling ]]
