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Simon Skinner has been coming in from Chicago a lot* as of late. Today is no different. He has a delectable looking pastry shoved in his mouth and a large sketch pad held under his arm. This (the sketch-pad) he places on a table, which ought to announce to any chair seekers that this spot is his, dangit. After a few attempts to communicate to bar his desire for a cup of coffee (English is hard when there's a pastry in), Simon returns to his table, pulls a newspaper from within the sketchpad and begins to read.
Ah, news from the paaast.
* By "a lot," the narrative means always.
[ooc: also, where are all of you? *pokes* post moar. ]
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