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I got that NaNo email that claims Week Two is the dispair week. Oh really? I'm ahead of schedule, then! I actually think I'm starting to get by it, now. I just wrote a line I like, so I'll do the "post one line from a fic" meme again, what the heck...
He showed up at eight o'clock in the morning at the Registrar's Office and asked, in an almost inaudible voice, through a thickly dry mouth, for a new printout of his schedule, entered Luther Bonney Auditorium fifteen minutes late for his first class (stumbling in the semi-darkness down to a seat and feeling that every eye had turned to him), and opened his notebook, only to find his original schedule neatly taped inside the front cover.
He showed up at eight o'clock in the morning at the Registrar's Office and asked, in an almost inaudible voice, through a thickly dry mouth, for a new printout of his schedule, entered Luther Bonney Auditorium fifteen minutes late for his first class (stumbling in the semi-darkness down to a seat and feeling that every eye had turned to him), and opened his notebook, only to find his original schedule neatly taped inside the front cover.