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fandomtownies2006-05-10 07:43 am
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Jeff, God of Biscuits, Wednesday morning
Walter almost missed the Swedish Chef. At least someone cooked regular meals on campus during the semester. With time on his hands and not much else to do, he wandered into town to stop at J,GoB for some coffee yes, all those Americans had infected him and some pastries to bring back to the dorms for his friends.
He grabbed a mocha and took a seat near the front window to people watch, or, as Alfred commanded, to observe. For instance, the remarkable number of metal bits J,GoB's clerk had in his face.
[ooc: Open for all your coffee and pastry needs. New people, mod the clerk behind the counter to give you what you need. Or not.]
He grabbed a mocha and took a seat near the front window to people watch, or, as Alfred commanded, to observe. For instance, the remarkable number of metal bits J,GoB's clerk had in his face.
[ooc: Open for all your coffee and pastry needs. New people, mod the clerk behind the counter to give you what you need. Or not.]