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[sitting out on the front steps of the main building, a look of satisfaction on his face as he plucks a string on his guitar and hears the right note - finally - come out of it, before tapping his foot to get a rhythm, and beginning to play, eyes focused in concentration]
"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you ... 'n' by now, you should've somehow realized what you got to do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now..."
[smile]
That's the stuff.
[ooc: Mingling post, as Charlie knows no one and should~]
"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you ... 'n' by now, you should've somehow realized what you got to do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now..."
[smile]
That's the stuff.
[ooc: Mingling post, as Charlie knows no one and should~]