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Lissar is sorting through a pile of camshafts which she has on the table in front of her. She's not even trying to figure out which ones will fit her car right now, she's just trying to get them into groupings according to what engine they belong in.
This requires the use of several books, and her hands are black with grease.
((Edit-thingy: The roommate has sneakily ("Madb, take these" totally counts.) fed me NyQuil to deal with fever. Should there be long delays between tags it is purely based on having dozed off.))
This requires the use of several books, and her hands are black with grease.
((Edit-thingy: The roommate has sneakily ("Madb, take these" totally counts.) fed me NyQuil to deal with fever. Should there be long delays between tags it is purely based on having dozed off.))