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First Floor Garage - Saturday morning
The garage was open and Cameron had put Joan on the lawn. He was fussing around the swoopbike, cleaning imaginary dirt spots off and he might possibly have been murmuring reassuring words to the bike. Shut up, he was going to miss her. This was the most awesome bike in the world and he couldn't take her home with him. She'd go to a good owner, ( Read more... ) -
Room 223 - Saturday Morning
Having returned from his morning run, Cameron grabbed a quick shower before he settled down on the couch with a couple of books and something to eat. There were no invasion of the weetiny kind or the other kind so he was free to get some serious studying done.
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Room 223 - early morning
If Cameron was up early in the morning (although apparently Kawalsky had been up even earlier), it had nothing to do with dreams or thoughts about lapdancing and everything with revising for his history exam. So he was currently sitting at his desk, reviewing his notes and he was completely focussed. Seriously. Exams did that to him.
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Room 223, morning
Cameron was heading back into the dorms after an early morning run before the heat set in. He passed the letterboxes on the first floor and remembered that he should check his. He pulled out a letter from his mother and a bigger envelope that didn't seem to want to come out. After some struggling he was left staring down at the thing. He recognised ( Read more... ) -
Room 223, early morning
Cameron was still deep asleep on the couch, the blanket almost tucked right up to his ears. That futon was starting to sound like a good idea because he hadn't been sleeping too well and at some point during the night he'd apparently gotten into a fight with her hat and he'd kicked it out. Damn blanket hogger.