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fandomtownies2009-09-18 12:07 pm
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Trooper Station, Friday
Okay. Ray had never felt sympathy for Frannie before, but this was it, this was definitely it, this was-- "We need a new coffee machine."
Sure, Cooper had probably socked one in way back when, but that didn't mean the new-hetherfor-somethingorother-to-be-named-old coffee machine was any better, especially not considering the cement Day had to be pouring into it day after day after day.
Heh. Day.
So he was on the phone. To, uh, Chicago.
He was quickly remembering why he didn't talk to Frannie much. "No, listen, I don't need cappuchino--"
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Sure, Cooper had probably socked one in way back when, but that didn't mean the new-hetherfor-somethingorother-to-be-named-old coffee machine was any better, especially not considering the cement Day had to be pouring into it day after day after day.
Heh. Day.
So he was on the phone. To, uh, Chicago.
He was quickly remembering why he didn't talk to Frannie much. "No, listen, I don't need cappuchino--"
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