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Nov 29, 2008 22:34

*You know how sometimes bridges hold for ages and ages and ages, until finally that one last pedestrian is too much and the whole thing come crashing down around everyone's ears?

Well, it was bound to happen eventually. The lights in the third hallway of the seventh floor flicker and die.*

[ooc: haunting shenanigans contained within this post.]

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