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2 September 2005 21:43![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Jason finally closes the laptop, having recovered what he lost the day before on the stock market.
Well, a bit more than he lost. He was always good with instinct stuff.
He checks the phone for messages again, then goes to make a sandwich.
Well, a bit more than he lost. He was always good with instinct stuff.
He checks the phone for messages again, then goes to make a sandwich.
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:16 (UTC)"Angle it a bit better. It's not going in right."
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:22 (UTC)"This better?"
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:29 (UTC)"Perfect. Nice and easy."
He quickly slides the other bolts in, tightening them.
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:32 (UTC)"I don't think this conversation could go down any more. We've bottomed out."
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:48 (UTC)Reno laughs and steps back, attempting to flick the stubborn bangs out of his eyes again.
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:50 (UTC)"Thanks. I'll make Zane or Gabe put up the swings."
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 10:57 (UTC)"You sure? I don't mind doing it if you'd like it done..."
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Date: 3 Sep 2005 22:52 (UTC)He grins, joking and points to the bright green tarp on the ground.
"We'll put that up though, if you can still climb up here."
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Date: 4 Sep 2005 10:27 (UTC)"And why wouldn't I be able to?"
He goes over and picks up the tarp, casting Jason a playful insulted look.