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fandomhighdorms2005-11-03 12:40 am
medusae-x.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2005-11-03 12:40 am
A delivery to room #230.
A small freshman boy stands in the hall, frowning slightly at his watch. He holds a small rosewood box - 
in his hands.
At exactly 12:01, one minute into Thursday morning, November 3, he knocks on the door. Wincing, he takes a deep breath and hopes the guy's home.
And a card, reading, "It's a watch. It's a phone. It slices. It dices. It makes Julienne fries. What's a Julienne fry? No fucking clue, go ask Julienne. It also does other nifty tricks but you'll have to ask me in person for the details. Happy birthday, old man."
There's a drawing of a snake at the bottom.
in his hands. At exactly 12:01, one minute into Thursday morning, November 3, he knocks on the door. Wincing, he takes a deep breath and hopes the guy's home.
And a card, reading, "It's a watch. It's a phone. It slices. It dices. It makes Julienne fries. What's a Julienne fry? No fucking clue, go ask Julienne. It also does other nifty tricks but you'll have to ask me in person for the details. Happy birthday, old man."
There's a drawing of a snake at the bottom.