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milliways_bar2006-05-03 08:12 pm
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Sharpe emerges from wherever he spent the night, probably a room in the staff quarters, looking slightly the worse for wear.
Without pausing, he heads straight across the room and out through the front door. Ten minutes or so later, he comes back in, dripping - apparently he felt the need to dunk his head in the trough at home.
With a brief stop at the Bar, he makes for a booth. And, slowly and with much crossing-out, he starts to write.
Without pausing, he heads straight across the room and out through the front door. Ten minutes or so later, he comes back in, dripping - apparently he felt the need to dunk his head in the trough at home.
With a brief stop at the Bar, he makes for a booth. And, slowly and with much crossing-out, he starts to write.
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"Makes sense. It's good to have a record."
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"Depressing to read, though."
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He glances down at his own work, what there is of it so far.
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"And no more demon goo in my hair."
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Yay, no more of that.
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"Sounds it."
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