He'd had that vague, something's going on...somewhere, feeling all day. When he acknowledged it, the hair at the back of his neck stood on end, his arms felt weak, and a shiver creeped up his spine. Not the best circumstances for filling out last minute paperworl for work, because his usually sharp mind was undeniably distracted
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But now I want you to write about Cash's epic adventures. *g*
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Hm. I wonder what it would take to break this layout...
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House: *Rubs bottom lip* We'll just have to...find out. *smug grin*
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