Danny doesn't want to linger very long. It's cold, he's not wearing gloves seeing as he's trying to nail a goddamn notice up the old-fashioned way and he nearly hits his goofy thumbs every other try. Eventually, he does get the notice up and he smooths it down carefully, giving it a baleful look.
Routine is important; Charlie Bartlett's known that since he was just a kid. At home with his Mom, they keep really tightly to a routine because it keeps her calm, keeps her quiet. They understand each other better that way. Organised and neat isn't really Charlie's default setting. It's something he has to work hard on. Being in the Psych
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This London thing is such bullshit. Rachel isn't sure who hates it more, she or Raylan, but thank God they're both cranky. She's not sure she could fake liking it for a month. Danny loves it. He's puffed up like a little rooster and she's trying not to ruin it for him. The thing is, Rachel has been to London. Real London has electricity and flush
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The cane that slides against the ice is not my own. It's heavier and bulkier, with a curved hook on one end to serve as a grip. I've paid attention to the warnings -- that the weather would turn cold. That some of the topography and architecture could transform with the coming of December. But as I walk through the snowy streets of a city I do not
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Dated November 29th, 2011: Before things get too hectic, Steve & Danny have a bachelor-party evening that is both enjoyable, filled with friends, and slightly awkward (as is required for these kinds of things).
The latest round of Island Council elections were finished, and I once again had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board: Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 12
General RepresentativesShari Cooper
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Dated November 7, 2011: After two days in the clinic, Saffron is released, and more than a little glad to see people she'd been worried she'd never see again.
There's a select group of people scattered throughout the Compound today, any of which someone might happen to run into, but only if they know where to look.
In the IPD Office, there's a tall woman with long brown hair sitting behind one of the auxiliary desks and filling out some long-neglected paperwork. She's been putting off her patrol
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There are moments in Danny's life that he's proud of. There's ones that he's okay with shoving under the carpet, too. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks that this one right here is gonna be in the latter category
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