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Sep. 30th, 2009 12:31 pm![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I give his bit to you now:
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Thursday, 8:27am. The Wise Owl Cafe, Walter Library, University of Minnesota, Minneapolis
I like this library. It’s really just a science and law library. Not much in the way of real books. But it does go down into several layers of stacks. And there is a door, marked “Staff Only” that leads to the occult section. Between that and the Rare Books Room, there’s some actual value to this place book wise. But more importantly, it has a cafe. A place for coffee. And for cookies.
Right now, I have both. I’m not eating or drinking though. I’m a little bit in shock.
You see, I sat down to enjoy my cookie and drink my coffee. I was all set to do that. Then this guy sat down across from me. He’s got a little goatee that curls up at the bottom, is wearing glasses that are just a pair of sqaure like lenses connected by wire somehow sitting on his nose, and is wearing a smoking jacket, pajama pants, and slippers. His hands are in fingerless gloves that look both like they are hand knit and like they’ve seen better days.
( And now, for the REST of the story )And no, that's not Reginald's Real Name. :)
Smooches, kids.
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