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A year and one month.
Atrocious.
[It's the early morning hours and a certain someone is in the library! Who in the world would think of browsing at such an ungodly hour? Insomniacs, and Hank, that's who!
He's got a small bundle of books - everything from physics to fiction - on an out-of-the-way desk he's annexed for himself.
Yet he seems frustrated by something, as he'll start a section of a page before suddenly losing interest or just flip through impatiently - with something most definitely being on his mind as he grumbles away at seemingly no one, his nearby journal being the only 'listener'.]
Atrocious.
[It's the early morning hours and a certain someone is in the library! Who in the world would think of browsing at such an ungodly hour? Insomniacs, and Hank, that's who!
He's got a small bundle of books - everything from physics to fiction - on an out-of-the-way desk he's annexed for himself.
Yet he seems frustrated by something, as he'll start a section of a page before suddenly losing interest or just flip through impatiently - with something most definitely being on his mind as he grumbles away at seemingly no one, his nearby journal being the only 'listener'.]