Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 02/02 ].

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Cal didn't care if he was so sick he felt like death warmed over; he was pretty sure there was new Rumor Gal tonight. The set-up was perfect. Clearly, he had to get out of his room, which needed some time to let the bad air out, so he needed to relocate for a little bit. And he was too sick to move around looking for the 'lost' remote.

Funny how things like that always happened on Monday, wasn't it?


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