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Jack wandered down into the common room it was at some point in time, he didn't know quite what it was anymore, the choices he figured were that it was either disgustingly early or disgustingly late. Either way was awake. He's also got books. Which means he's thinking, that could be the reason he's not asleep. He dumps them on a table haphazardly and making a noise before sitting behind them. Where to begin, he sighs.
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Date: 2006-06-04 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-04 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-04 10:21 am (UTC)"Hand puppets..." Jack grins.
"There will be little of this group therapy that Morfin would approve of." Jack states.
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Date: 2006-06-04 08:27 pm (UTC)