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2nd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening
Tuesday, September 4th, 2012 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pursuedthestarsJim's hearing was just now starting to come back. That was an exaggeration but he'd swear up and down that the early morning fire drill had caused permanent damage to his hearing and he should be assigned a personal assistant (preferably a very pretty, very female one) just to help him through the rough times.
But, he figured that request would be turned down since the school probably spent their entire budget on free food. Jim would take that trade off. He was a fan of free food and he wasn't shy about that.
His trip to the common room this week had yielded some pasta dish that he'd found in the refrigerator (and managed to heat up without starting a fire) and some documentary about mobsters.
It wasn't Cactibear but what was?
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But, he figured that request would be turned down since the school probably spent their entire budget on free food. Jim would take that trade off. He was a fan of free food and he wasn't shy about that.
His trip to the common room this week had yielded some pasta dish that he'd found in the refrigerator (and managed to heat up without starting a fire) and some documentary about mobsters.
It wasn't Cactibear but what was?
[Post open!]
