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fandomhighdorms2009-04-20 01:51 pm
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The Salle, Monday Morning
Between the animal thing (or rather, Arthur was going to choose to blame the animal thing, because it made no sense at all) and modern medicine, Arthur's arm had progressed nicely to the point where it was a bit stiff, painful, but usable by the time he showed up in the salle that morning.
Not a broken arm, then. He might actually manage to function again in a short while (and nothing better conspire to ruin his arm again). He stretched a few times, rolled his shoulders, and waited.
He suspected he was going to have a busy morning.
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Not a broken arm, then. He might actually manage to function again in a short while (and nothing better conspire to ruin his arm again). He stretched a few times, rolled his shoulders, and waited.
He suspected he was going to have a busy morning.
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