Return of the Druce
Evan's return wasn't a big event. The roommate was mucking around in front of his computer (as is now customary) when Evan sauntered through the door.
'So you're back.'
'Yeah, it was awesome.'
'Yeah, I pretty much slept all frickin weekend.'
'I had a power hour with my family.'
'That sounds pretty awesome. I'm gonna go pass out now.'
There was still time to watch the Simpsons, though, followed by an episode of the Family Guy, which the roommate passed out half way through. Evan pulled down the shutters next to his window. If there's one thing that got to Evan, it was the shutters being up. How the hell was he supposed to fall asleep with those fucking shutters open? Still, though, there was a certain familiarity to 423A that the Druce found himself missing, even in the thick of his memorial day celebrations. Evan glanced at the roommate, unconscious as usual, and tucked himself in. It was good to be back.
Evan's return wasn't a big event. The roommate was mucking around in front of his computer (as is now customary) when Evan sauntered through the door.
'So you're back.'
'Yeah, it was awesome.'
'Yeah, I pretty much slept all frickin weekend.'
'I had a power hour with my family.'
'That sounds pretty awesome. I'm gonna go pass out now.'
There was still time to watch the Simpsons, though, followed by an episode of the Family Guy, which the roommate passed out half way through. Evan pulled down the shutters next to his window. If there's one thing that got to Evan, it was the shutters being up. How the hell was he supposed to fall asleep with those fucking shutters open? Still, though, there was a certain familiarity to 423A that the Druce found himself missing, even in the thick of his memorial day celebrations. Evan glanced at the roommate, unconscious as usual, and tucked himself in. It was good to be back.
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