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                _{Stifles a yawn as he makes lunch, the record player}

                _{playing a tune that, though he knew so well, was using it}

                _{only as background music in order to keep him awake.}

                                  _{Needless to say, he hasn’t slept much the last few days.}

     _{Coming in from the ungodly torrential downpour, he slams the door shut, looking every bit a wet rat soaked from head to toe.  Sneezing quietly into his cowl, he pushes his sopping hair from his eyes.  ’This is the last time I do Reeve any favors and go places for him.‘  Eying the blond man at his work, though reluctant to make human contact, he clears his throat and says, “There wouldn’t happen to be a…washroom around here, would there?”}