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There was a minor traffic jam inside Braums this evening, and when it cleared there was a late-teenager lounging sprawled across the next booth. I would swear it had been empty a second ago. He had a narrow, foxy face, and an all-black track suit over a black t-shirt and black hightops, with tousled red hair escaping from under his black backwards baseball cap. As I turned my head, he tapped at his Ipod (black), then vanished it up his sleeve and leaned back, grinning lazily at nothing. I waited for him to fix me with an off-handedly piercing gaze and say "Everyone thinks it begins with a battle" or "Well met, son of Adam" or summat, but he just sat there, grinning.
So I threw away my trash and left. I did notice there was a bespectacled lady in nurse's scrubs behind me - if it turns out she's the foretold Hand of Odin, I'm going to be pissed.
Published by :ormondsacker 2008-02-16 03:16:58.0
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