"Crawling through an abandoned warehouse with water pistols and flour bombs," Gene stated as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He moved to the filing cabinent, opening the bottom drawer and took out a desk name plaque. It was Alex's. From before. "Here."
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Date: 2010-06-10 10:08 am (UTC)He moved to the filing cabinent, opening the bottom drawer and took out a desk name plaque. It was Alex's. From before. "Here."