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Aug 09, 2006 22:55

Kenneth has staked out a table in the club and washed it down with a cloth from the kitchens. He's currently sitting with his hiking pack beside him, passing the time with one of his decks of cards. He shuffles almost too fast for the eye to follow, and deals himself a complex form of solitaire with neat rapid movements that bespeak long practice. Under the table his foot taps absently, counting out the seconds.

Any garden gnomes or flamingos will be met with extreme distrust.
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