The Diner : Four Lives Rolled Into One. (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Diner : Four Lives Rolled Into One. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 00:12:33</strong>
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				72 miles from the Middle of Nowhere Nevada.<br>(http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww244/MizzLeo31/DSC08636-1-1.png)<br>The Diner had been established in 1918. It had survived political wars, worlds wars and even civil wars. It had been destroyed over the course of history twelve times and each time it was built better than before. The first owner of the Diner was a old miller by the name of Noris Button. He had migrated from the Carolina's all the way to Nevada back in the early 1900's. He was supposed to be on his way to California, but never quite made it. So with his wife and thirteen of their children they built a small settlement right here in the middle of Nevada. The Diner was one of the first establishments open, though business was rather slow at first, since noone knew about it, roads started to appear. Going right through the town and pass the diner. His wife was an excellent cook and over time they all began to prosper. The town even grew, with the miller passing down ownership to the next in line and so on and so forth. Now here in the 21st century the little Diner still stands, stronger and happier. It's run by a little old woman, noone really knows her age and the cooking is still great. There's history here and if one ever had time to listen to the old woman's stories they might learn something. Not just from her, but from the people the here to.
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				Post by: <strong>Alex Valentyne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 14:48:48</strong>
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				Down the road from The Diner, in a narrow alleyway between a bowling alley and a liquor store, Kevin is doing his regular early morning search.&nbsp; He's digging through the garbage cans, looking to see if he can find anything worth saving.&nbsp; Something that other people can't use, but he can.&nbsp; Wearing a pair of filthy blue jeans, a once-white t-shirt, now stained beige from sweat and dirt, the homeless man carries everything he owns in a black backpack - emblazoned with the Worldcom logo on it.&nbsp; Not his of course, just something else that he found thrown out.&nbsp; A little duct tape and the backpack was good as used.<br><br>Putting the lid back on the garbage can, he picks up his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, and shuffles his way down the alleyway, towards the street.&nbsp; Looking up at the sun, he runs his fingers through his long scraggly hair, pushing it backwards.&nbsp; It was going to be another scorcher of a day.&nbsp; His face was very tan, from being out in the sun most of the day.&nbsp; His long unkempt beard was itchy on his face, but he could hardly waste his money on things like a shave when he could hardly feed himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Where had it all gone so wrong?&nbsp; He thinks to himself as he heads down the alleyway, turning the corner.&nbsp; He doesn't emerge at the main street, regular folk didn't want to see homeless people like him, so he emerges on a smaller back street.&nbsp; His black shoes flap, the soles peeling off slowly.&nbsp; Everyday they seemed to tear a little more.&nbsp; He needed to find a pair of new shoes - next to impossible - or some more duct tape to hold them together a while longer, until maybe he could get back on his feet.&nbsp; He heads towards the only place where folks treat him as a person rather than a problem:&nbsp; The Diner.
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				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 17:00:04</strong>
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				"Mama don't worry about all that. You just need to take a break." Anna said sitting the old woman down. This was Mama's diner. It had been the family for generations and was now under the owner ship of a sixty-five year old woman. Her real name was Beatrice Annabelle Button, she had been married six times over the course of her life and her first marriage was to a farmer at the tender age of 13, yes 13.<br><br>"Oh non sense.." Bickered the old woman. "I don't need a rest, I need to get this place open before the customers come rolling in." She said shuffling over to the sign on he front of the door. Flipping it over to "OPEN" she then shuffled towards the back to get the machines ready and warmed from running. There were two other cooks who worked here. One in the morning and one in the evening. In the back behind the dine was a bunker room that contained a shower, sink, closet and mattress for sleeping in. Mama was the kind of woman who could never say no to anyone, why if someone came in threatening to trash the place she would just as soon offer them a piece of her potato pie right behind calling the sheriff.<br><br>Anna just sighed at the woman's stubbornness. Old folks were the most stubborn people in the world. She assumed because they knew everything or thought they did. Heading behind the counter she filled the sink with hot soapy water, dipping the rag into the warm water and soaking up the suds she began to wipe down the counter tops and tables. Glancing over towards the&nbsp; clock she sighed. "Another day..."
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 21:53:06</strong>
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				James awoke in his car in the middle of nowhere. He blinked a couple times to try and clear his vision and then stumbled into the empty roadside and looked around. He had been driving all night to get close to town. He traveled these roads a lot, and there was only one diner that he felt was a necessary destination. He checked the area a bit and recognized the area, he was close. But not close enough, he gave the empty road a quick glance and turned away from his car. <br><br>After relieving himself on the side of the road, he hopped back in the car, gave his face a few slaps and began to drive. He was usually a fairly cautious driver. You live your life on the road, you can't afford to get tickets constantly. But, once he knew he was close, he always sped to get to the diner. Sometimes from hunger, sometimes he had to use the restroom, and sometimes he had other things on his mind. It just depended on the day.
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				Post by: <strong>Alex Valentyne</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 15:44:24</strong>
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				Kevin reaches into his pockets, digging for change as he does, counting out his money.&nbsp; Maybe he'd have enough for a slice of pie to go with his coffee today...<br><br>"Twenty...thirty...thirty five...damn...still short..."<br><br>That pie would have to wait for another day.&nbsp; His stomach grumbled loudly as he thought about food.&nbsp; The only blessing to come out of his newfound street life is that he finally lost that extra weight his doctor had been bothering him about for the past three years.&nbsp; Kevin smiles at the irony of it all.&nbsp; What a messed up world.&nbsp; He pockets the extra change, just a coffee for today.&nbsp; He would have to wait for noon to get a sandwich from the local church.&nbsp; It wasn't much, but at least it was food.&nbsp; Ah, here he was, the back door to the diner.&nbsp; He walks just past it the back door and up the narrow alleyway to the main street.&nbsp; Poking his head out he looks towards the door to the diner.<br><br>He felt so guilty going into the Diner, because the friendly women who ran it kept a nice and clean establishment, and he certainly looked out of place.&nbsp; He could imagine it cost them some business, fine upstanding citizens seeing a bum walking in the front door, stinking up the place.&nbsp; That's why he waited now, in the alleyway, checking too make sure there weren't any better folk using the door so he could slink in without disturbing them.&nbsp; No one around right now, so off he goes, quickly walking towards the door, grabbing hold of it, and heading inside.<br><br>The smell hits him first, fresh coffee...eggs, bacon...homefries.&nbsp; Mmm...he was in heaven, although the way his stomach gurgled again Kevin thought to himself that maybe this was actually hell, surrounded by all this temptation.&nbsp; He walks, head down, and finds his regular spot, at the counter, on the far end in the corner.&nbsp; Where he would be out of the way.&nbsp; He sits down, and puts his backpack on the floor beside him.
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				Post by: <strong>Caleeba</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 01:54:34</strong>
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				Today, James wanted to take a rest from his constant travels.<br><br>James, a man with average features--including high cheeckbones, plain lips, hazel eyes, short and messy light brown hair, and scruff from the travel—came driving into town hungrily licking his lips and needing a pot of coffee. As soon as he saw the blue sign for the dinner he rejoiced inside.<br><br>He remembered how he saw it one day about two years ago, driving through on his way to California and it pulled him in. Diners were his place to be, although this diner was the one he could never forget. Especially since he saw familiar faces there. It was particularly Anna’s face that was reassuring every time he came back. Anna’s mother was also a sweet thing to see around, and definitely knew how to cook. He planned to have a nice heartly plate of food with a cup of coffee as soon as he got inside. He hopped out of his car as it was parked right outside and swung the door shut. He looked down at his green t-shirt with one word on the front: heart. He patted off the dirt, and kicked dirt from his jeans, and finally decided he was presentable enough to go inside.<br><br>The place was pretty empty at the moment, except for some bum at the far end of the counter and a couple sharing a booth all the way on the other end of the place. James Phill took a seat right at a small booth by a window. He sat back and smiled, waiting to see her face again. Until then he played with the salt and pepper shakers, clinking them together. The couple were sitting nearby to where he chose to sit and they begin making glances toward him. He supposed the sound irritated them, so he stopped and looked out the window to the hot Nevada summer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diner : Four Lives Rolled Into One. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:47:35</strong>
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				Shortly after the couple a rather frequent guess had shown up. The village bum as some of the folks around here would call him. She didn't like when people were made fun of. Especially when they were in such situations. She had returned to the back to put the rag up and turn the coffee maker on when she saw Kevin seat himself down at the end of the table. A soft sigh escaped her lips. " Good morning Kevin" She said with her sweet smile. She took an obvious glance at his wardrobe. "Kevin, darlin' why don't ya gone ahead towards the back. I'm sure my mother would be happy to see you. She has some clean clothes for you back there. Why don't you bathe up and when you done some food will be waiting on you" She said knowing exactly what her mother would say once she came out and seen Kevin. A soul mama was always willing to help.<br><br>Just then a stranger or who she thought was a stranger entered. The stranger were a simple green tee with blue jeans. For some reason the man strike her as very familiar, but she couldn't help but feel like she knew him and there wasn't a face here she didn't recognize unless they were just passerby's. She made her way over to him with a pen and pad. "What can I get for you stranger?" She asked the young man.
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				Post by: <strong>Caleeba</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:05:13</strong>
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				James turned his head from away from the outside view and there she was, Anna. She never seemed to remember him, but then again they never really talked much. He could only wish that she secretly admired his presence as he did hers. He smiled and said, “I’ll have a nice hot cup of coffee. I need to wake up a little. Oh, and I’d love to have the owner’s favorite choice for breakfast.”<br><br>He felt a little nervous as he normally mumbled to avoid the awkwardness of socializing, but this time he wanted to make an impression. If she had forgotten him, he hoped she’d remember him this time. He sat back and observed her beautiful eyes. It side-tracked him, as he wanted to say, “your name is Anna, right? My name’s James. James Phill, an artist. And you are very pretty, did you know that?” But it hadn’t come out just right. Instead, he stared at her, noticing the bum slipping into the back of the diner. Then he looked back to her, almost ready to speak, but still staring. You’d think by the age 21, he’d have grown some courage to talk to pretty women.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diner : Four Lives Rolled Into One. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:48:13</strong>
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				For some reason she couldn't stop smiling. It was just like a stranger to draw up so much attention, but it could happen to anyone. Right? She wrote down the order of coffee on her pad. Looking over her shoulder at the menu from yesterday written over head on the board of chalk. She'd have to ask her mother to change it. Looking back at him she placed a lose strand of her behind her ear. "Special of the day would be buttermilk waffles and a side of eggs and hash browns as usual Mr. James Phil" She quoted his whole name. She couldn't believe he actually was trying to flirt with her. It seems it was never to early for a man to work his mojo not even in this quaint little town. "Now about that coffee how would like it, dark or extra cream?" She asked.<br><br>Just then the old woman popped out. "Oh good morning ,Kevin " She said . Her face just as rosy as ever. " Come on towards the back dear I have it already waiting for ya..."She said low enough so that he could only hear as she patted him sweetly on the shoulders.
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				Post by: <strong>Caleeba</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:14:14</strong>
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				James was surprised with himself. He actually delivered a compliment quite well. She seemed very pleased and his feeling of foolishness faded. He liked her sweet nature and at the same time she played uninterested. Not returning a compliment, but she was working and that meant she was simply being professional. He would make sure to not let go of a beautiful waitress.<br><br>“No problem. And that breakfast sounds fine, and I’ll have my coffee dark too,” James said. He knew that he had to be making some kind of impression, since her smile glowed a little brighter. He noticed the salt and pepper shakers right in front of him and pushed them to the side. He wondered how far he could go, how much smooth-talking could be in him. He didn’t want it to be too cliché, but at the same time, if it worked out that he could make a good conversation with her, get to know her a little more, he would be greatly satisfied.<br><br>The way she wrote on her tablet, the way her voice sounded. She was an inspiration, his muse. He could feel a painting coming into his vision. He smiled, sat back in the booth, looking relaxed and looked into her eyes. “And could I ask a favor of you?” James said, hoping that he was playing his cards right.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Alex Valentyne</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 15:05:39</strong>
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				*Kevin nods to Anna as she comes over to him, actually using his name.&nbsp; He hadn't expected clothes and a wash, although, based on past experiences here at The Diner, he probably could have.&nbsp; After all, they had always been willing to help him out.&nbsp; The older lady especially...everyone just seemed to call her Mama, although he was sure that wasn't her name. He is heading to the back when she pops her head out.&nbsp; He blushes and smiles, looking down at the short little older lady.*<br><br>"Yes ma'am...thank you ma'am...I...I really appreciate it.&nbsp; I'll find some way to pay you back one day.&nbsp; Even if it's just taking out your garbage...really..."<br><br>Kevin keeps blathering on apologies and promises of repayment as he follows the older woman to the back.&nbsp; He appreciated the help so much, but more than that he appreciated being treated like a person.
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				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 15:34:08</strong>
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				"Extra dark" She said placing a check next to it and then turned on her heel to prepare his coffee. She couldn't believe the brass of this man. A complete stranger and yet so open. It was to early in the morning for this. As she poured his coffee she looked to him, arching an eyebrow. " That depends on the favor cowboy" She said placing the hot mug of coffee in front of him. She turned on the stove and ripped the order from the pad of paper placing it on the counter for mother.<br><br>The little old lady opened up a locker in the back and took out a clean pair of clothes. "Here you are" She said handing him the fresh pair as well as bar of soap and a wash rag. "You know where the shower is and just toss those old clothes of yours in the bag. " She said patting him sweetly on the back. "And don't worry about paying me back, just take care of yourself."She said before heading towards the front of the diner to prepare an order.
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				Post by: <strong>Caleeba</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:38:31</strong>
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				James watched Anna closely as she poured his coffee, notified the kitchen for his order, and spoke her smart reply to his mysterious question. He smirked at the cowboy comment and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.<br><br>“Oh, I just wondered if I could have your company here at this table. You have something that just brightens my day—I’ll even order something for you too, if you like?”<br><br>He waved his hand over to the seat across from him and he patted the table at the phrase, order you something. James then grabbed the coffee and watched the steam rising in a wise spiral, then took a sip. “Oo, that’s good. Thank you.” And set the mug back down. “So what do you think? Yay or nay?” He cocked his head as he end his question.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Alex Valentyne</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:40:04</strong>
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				"Yes, thank you ma'am..."<br><br>Kevin sighed.&nbsp; He really hated being so helpless, and having to rely on other people.&nbsp; He felt like a failure at life taking all these handouts.&nbsp; It wasn't in his nature, it wasn't who he was...then again, who was he?&nbsp; A failed senior manager whose wife left him and took the kids.&nbsp; That pretty much summed it up.&nbsp; What did he have to look forward to in life?&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; At his age, starting over was almost a ridiculous thought, especially when the pain of failure and heartbreak nagged him daily.&nbsp; No, he couldn't start over, no reason to try and have a better life or dig himself out of this whole.&nbsp; He was atoning for his sins, living off of charity and society's refuse.<br><br>He takes his things and heads over to the shower.&nbsp; He went inside, and locked the door.&nbsp; He puts the soap and wash rag aside, and strips off his clothes.&nbsp; He looks at himself in the mirror.&nbsp; By God...is that what he looked like now?&nbsp; He barely recognized the man staring back at him.&nbsp; He was leaner, darker more tan, hair and beard wildly overgrown...he was a mess.&nbsp; Turning on the water in the shower, he takes the soap and washcloth and begins washing himself, scrubbing hard, trying to get rid of the baked on dirt and sweat.&nbsp; He scrubs so hard his skin blushes red, but the dirt comes off...his skin underneath feeling so much softer than he remembered.&nbsp; Then, he moves on and starts to tackle his hair and beard, washing each twice, trying to get out all the grease and dirt and make himself presentable.&nbsp; If he was washing up at the church, or a shelter, he wouldn't do such a good job, but he knew how happy it made the old woman to see him clean and presentable, so he put in the extra effort, even if within a week he'd be back to his same filthy self again.&nbsp; He didn't want to let the old woman down, and it always made him happy to see her face light up with a smile.
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				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:01:58</strong>
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				Anna could of laughed at that, but he was actually serious.Then that's when she remembered him."Ah, now I remember you. You came in here about two years ago am I right?" She said his named ringing a bell. Though she didn't remember him being this flirty. "I can't, even if I wanted to you can see I'm working.."She said before turning on her heel and walking away from him. She tossed another rag over her shoulder as her mother came out. No doubt she was tending to Kevin. Anna shook her head at this, but every week she just over look that there was a homeless man in the back taking a shower. Her mother truly had the heart of an angel she didn't picture this town would make it without her.<br><br>"Now I know that look and you will not do that, Anna, not today" She said looking at the order. "I need my glasses.."The old woman began to fill around in her pockets. "It's the house special of the day Mama no need to read what I wrote. I can cook it if you want me to" The young woman replied solemnly. "Ah non sense , go check up on the couple over there." She said shooing Anna off as she prepared the strangers breakfast. Soon the whole place was thickened with the aroma of freshly made pancakes. Anna came over to the couple in the corner and asked them if they were alright and if they needed anything. When all that was done she glanced at the stranger before making her way to the back. Covering her eyes she slipped in past the cot. "It's just me Kevin" She said . "Mama might like you to have a trim when your done showering so I got some clipper for you over there in the top drawer" She said before slipping back out into the front.
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				Post by: <strong>Caleeba</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:51:00</strong>
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				James nodded at her recognition of him being there two years previously. And didn’t know how to take her just taking off immediately. But he wasn’t done yet. Persistence, dedication, that is something that a woman can’t help but notice, right? Besides, he was enjoying her strong will and independent nature. It made him feel like he was using his newfound confidence for something worth the pursuit.<br><br>James took another sip of his coffee as she went to the kitchen. What was going he to do to get to know this beautiful woman? He had no place else to go for the time being and he realized that he was going to need a place to stay. Other than that, he started wanting to paint her, real bad, and he couldn’t help but watch her check on the couple looking ready to head out sooner or later. Her skin was flawless, her eyes were completely entracing. Great inspiration.<br><br>As she took off to the back she covered her eyes with a hand and that was a blow to his gut. Was she bothered by his eye contact? But then again maybe she was trying not to cry in public. That must be it, did he bother her? That wasn’t his intention, what could be wrong? He had to ask and as soon as she back. And then out she walked, wafting the smell of delicious breakfast in the air.<br><br>James spoke softly but assertive enough for Anna to hear, “Hey, are you alright? I’m sorry if I am a bother, I just really want to get to know you better? I don’t know if we could go do something some time, after you get out of work? If not I mean, I understand, I’ve been quite forward.”
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				Post by: <strong>Alex Valentyne</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 15:55:21</strong>
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				Kevin finishes washing up, and is drying when Anna knocks at the door and gives him the message.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you Anna...I appreciate it."<br><br>He opens the drawer and sees the scissors.&nbsp; He picks them up, and looks at himself in the mirror...where to start?&nbsp; He starts to trim at his beard first, trying to even it up, so it's not so shaggy.&nbsp; Trying to get it uniform and even.&nbsp; He combs his hair straight back, and starts to trim at the edges.&nbsp; Again just trying to even it up, make it look a little nicer.&nbsp; He was no barber, so he just went for symmetry, and trimmed a little wherever it looked overgrown - around the ears and his sideburn for example.&nbsp; He pauses for a second looking at the scissors.&nbsp; How easy it would be to just end it all.&nbsp; Slit his wrists, and lie here.&nbsp; He'd bleed out and it would be all over.&nbsp; He would be no one's problem anymore.&nbsp; He wouldn't have to rely on charity.&nbsp; People wouldn't have to look at him.&nbsp; He wouldn't be bothering the old lady - and, well, Anna...he had the feeling that she was only reluctantly nice to him because the old lady wanted to be.&nbsp; When she passed on, he had his doubts as to how friendly this place would be to him.&nbsp; He hoped he was wrong, and it would be the same...but he had this nagging feeling...<br><br>He puts down the scissors, pushing the thoughts from his mind.&nbsp; No, he couldn't do that.&nbsp; Not to the old woman.&nbsp; Not after all she had done for him.&nbsp; It would kill her to find him like that in her bathroom.&nbsp; She'd probably have a heart attack on the spot.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He would live, he would make her happy, he would try and soldier on, because it's what she wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>When she passed away though...well...he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.<br><br>He gets dressed in his fresh clothes, and after making sure his hair was alright, he puts the scissors away in the drawer.&nbsp; Gathering his bag, and his dirty clothes, he opens the door slowly, not wanting to hit Anna or the old lady if they happened to be walking by.&nbsp; He sticks his head shyly out the door, looking around.
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