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[shoppingmaster]

As of six pm last night, which happened to be a Friday, Dom's office was locally declared as a disaster area. From one corner of the room to the other, there were piles and piles of disconnected telephones, each the same make and model as the other. They only differed in their wear and tear. Phones were piled on the desk, on the table, the

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[doc_w]

Clair walked in and stopped.

She tried so very very hard to find something witty to say about this. Something. Anything. All that came out, however, was ...

"What's with all the phones?"

[shoppingmaster]

Dom awoke with a start. Several telephones hit the floor.

"Yes, I'm here. Just... taking a nap."

[doc_w]

W arched a brow at him.

"There something I should know about this? Some sort of bizarre telephone fetish? You've gone and collected every last one of our outmoded phones." She picked up a few of them from the floor, trying to find someplace to put them. "I'll schedult you a CAT scan as soon as I can."

[shoppingmaster]

Dom rubbed his face, trying to wake up. "No, I got the phone for Ali."