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In which it's been eighteen hours.
Nov. 17th, 2009 10:29 pm[Set after THIS.]
Flack had been up for a little bit, just enough to wake himself up completely and grab something to eat before he called Lindsay. It had taken him a while to settle down enough to get some decent sleep, but once he did, he was out cold. He took his time waking up again, and once he was lucid enough to actually speak, he picked up the phone and gave her a call, hoping that she wasn't busy with something else.
Flack had been up for a little bit, just enough to wake himself up completely and grab something to eat before he called Lindsay. It had taken him a while to settle down enough to get some decent sleep, but once he did, he was out cold. He took his time waking up again, and once he was lucid enough to actually speak, he picked up the phone and gave her a call, hoping that she wasn't busy with something else.
