12.23 am. As he rounded the corner he caught a glimpse of me down the corridor. Smiling, noticing a faint piece of paper I was holding in my hands. As he adjusted the strap on his backpack, I stood, idly squirming with excitement. Drawing closer he could read the tenuous scribbles of "Foo-Foo" written on the back of a corroded recipet I had gotten
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