Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 09/21 ].

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The whole incident with the hair had almost caused Cal to forget exactly what day this was. Monday. That meant more than just having to work at the library. That meant Rumor Girl, on the TV, and Cal was there.

Pretending to ignore it while cooking food. No burgers this time, but something just as good and Greek and handy for TV watching: souvlaki.


[[ I ALMOST FORGOT. THERE WAS WORK. ANYWAY, OPEN. PLEASE DON'T MIND MY CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL IN THIS OOC NOTE ]]

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"Like, just, you know," Cal said, rubbing his nose a little, "things are weird. Coincidences are weird. Life throws things at you that are pretty weird."

He was trying to work out an example that didn't go into the Big One.

"Okay, how's this? I ran away from home when I was fourteen, went to California. Had some pretty weird, unreal adventures there, too. But while I was gone, my father gets this call from someone saying they know where I am and they'll give my dad the information for a million bucks. Anyway, Dad tries to stiff the guy and catch him, which leads to this high speed chase through Detroit, and the guy ends up being my uncle, who's a priest, who's married to my dad's sister but used to be engaged to my mother."