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Room 418, evening
Nov. 13th, 2006 10:47 pmDoor's sitting at the head of her bed, laptop propped against her knees, scrolling Project Gutenberg and still not quite out of the state of awe inspired by the idea of an entire library that can somehow fit inside the wee box on her lap, when there's a tapping at the window.
She looks up, sets the computer aside, and smiles when she sees what's on the other side of the glass. "There you are! I'd been wondering if you got lost!" she says when she's got the window open, and holds out her hand for the pigeon to step into it.
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[For the roomie, but open to other visitors as well.]
She looks up, sets the computer aside, and smiles when she sees what's on the other side of the glass. "There you are! I'd been wondering if you got lost!" she says when she's got the window open, and holds out her hand for the pigeon to step into it.
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[For the roomie, but open to other visitors as well.]
