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Post by Arimaz on Jul 26, 2010 19:56:54 GMT -5
Liam entered his new room and tossed his bag in a corner. It wasn't bad, considering it was supposed to be a motel room. No kitchen though, so he wasn't sure how he was supposed to eat. Hopefully this job would pay something, otherwise he'd have to get a part-time one. That and they'd probably make him go to school. Why couldn't he have died just a few years older?
He sat on one of the beds in the room. At least the room was pre-furnished. And if he didn't get a roommate (which he doubted he would) then he could stand the bed against the wall for more room. He fell back, his arms spread out to either side. He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the ceiling.
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