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| Ben Sirelo | Nov 27 2006, 01:34 AM |
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Ben laid back in the old worn armchair and closed his eyes. There had been a big race only the night before, and Ben was running on pure adrenaline. He hadn't slept yet, but he felt as though his head was wound on too tight and there was no hope of sleep any ways. rubbing his temple, Ben tried to remember exactly what had happened last night, but it was all a little blurry. The Night watchmen had arrived, but Ben didn't think they had pegged anyone. Groaning, Ben shifted himself to try and get more comfortable, but shot upright as the hanger door creaked opened slowly. |
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| Chillin · Throwback Hanger | |
6:24 PM Nov 25
