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Office Hours, Friday, 10/02
Oct. 2nd, 2009 08:17 amBefore Tyler could do anything else today, he had to check in with someone.
( He picked up the phone and dialed. )
That bit of business taken care of, he checked his mail. he had to read the letter three times to make sure it said what he thought it said.
He remembered that conversation, vaguely, if he thought hard. It was actually pretty standard advice for him; he'd stolen it from some old punk song.
And, somehow, it had changed the world. He had changed the world for the better, for once.
That ... had to make a guy feel good.
He left his office door open as he waited for any visitors.
( He picked up the phone and dialed. )
That bit of business taken care of, he checked his mail. he had to read the letter three times to make sure it said what he thought it said.
He remembered that conversation, vaguely, if he thought hard. It was actually pretty standard advice for him; he'd stolen it from some old punk song.
And, somehow, it had changed the world. He had changed the world for the better, for once.
That ... had to make a guy feel good.
He left his office door open as he waited for any visitors.
