I Found A Knife
A Story site from EldonHughes
Willie & Frank--
Shakespeare?
In Nano-Time
Chapter 7 --
Jennifer's In
Two large
double cheese pizzas and a twelve pack of beer later (just water for
Willie and Frank) and we'd managed to cover the finer points of
delivery fast food, the inherently fastidious nature of white mice,
and the shared opinion that the Rams football team does, in fact,
suck this year. Ever see a mouse yawn? It's actually kind of cute.
NAP TIME
Willie and Frank went off into a corner together and were asleep almost immediately.
“Man, I wish I could do that,” I said.
“You'd never fit in the cage.”
I hit Shaun with a empty beer can. “Asshole.”
“Shhh, the boys are sleeping.”
We went out to the hallway. Shaun sat down on the stairs leading up to the lab.
“So, what are you going to tell them? They're going to wonder why there was no activity for the last three hours.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I was thinking about equipment failure.”
“That will work for this time. But what about next time?”
“I'm not sure yet.”
“Does the system recognize the difference between touch pad entries and keyboard entries?”
“It does right now. I might be able to do something about that. But that doesn't answer the bigger question.”
“You mean, what do you do when they find out? What do you tell them?”
“No, what do I tell Jennifer.”
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The next morning I filed the input failure report, and then filed the repaired report, and waited for somebody to say something about it. No one did. I heard my grandmother's voice in the back of my head. “The guilty flee where none pursue.” So, I stayed at my desk and stayed still. And worked on my new idea.
Geeks are pack rats. Well there's irony for you. It's true though, we're on the same caliber as quilters and agoraphobics. Hardware, no matter how old, may someday be of use. Well, not always. But it was true this time. Using some old circuit boards, an old hard drive, and some connectors, I rigged up something that would patch into the wires between the touch pad and the keyloggers and mimic Willie and Frank's touch pad. It wasn't elegant, but it would work. Basically, when we unplugged the touch pad from the servers and plugged it into my laptop, I'd plug this in and somebody would type on a keyboard. It didn't matter what they typed, just tapping the keys would generate words from the touch pad's word list, at random, and feed them to the servers. Hopefully, no one would notice the gaps when the patching was changed back and forth, and I'd get away with it.
“And then what?” a little voice in my head kept asking. I wasn't listening. One deception at a time, thank you very much.
~~~~~~~
HOW DID WE COME TO BE HERE?
That was Frank again. He always seemed to ask the tough questions. The ones that usually led to tougher ones.
YOU HERE AS PART OF A PROGRAM. SOME FOLKS WANTED TO SEE IF YOU COULD LEARN TO WRITE.
“There,” I thought. “It's true, but not too true. Basically safe.”
SO WE COULD NOT WRITE BEFORE SOME ONE TAUGHT US
hmmmm.
ACTUALLY, NO. AS NEAR AS I CAN TELL THIS IS A NEW DEVELOPMENT FOR YOU. BUT YOU ARE DOING REALLY WELL NOW.
AND WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WRITE?
hmm some more.
I DON'T REALLY KNOW. HOW ABOUT SHAKESPEARE?
SHAKE WHAT?
oh.
NOT WHAT. WHO. SHAKESPEARE. HE WAS A FAMOUS PLAYWRIGHT AND POET. HE WROTE THE PLAY THE GUY IN THE BIRD HAT WAS IN. HE LIVED HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO. MANY PEOPLE WHO WRITE TRY TO WRITE AS WELL AS SHAKESPEARE.
AND WHAT DID HE WRITE ABOUT?
Getting a lot of practice at this hmm thing.
WELL. HE WROTE ABOUT LIFE. ABOUT LOVE. ABOUT WAR AND FRIENDSHIP. THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE.
THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE WHAT IS THAT?
uh oh. Ok geek boy. Now what?
THAT IS A BIT MORE DIFFICULT. THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE, I THINK, JUST MEANS THE EMOTIONS AND EVENTS THAT ARE UNIVERSAL TO ALL HUMAN BEINGS.
I'm not sure what happened next, but I think that Willie and Frank were talking it over between themselves. Then Frank started moving around on the keyboard.
NOT SURE WE CAN HELP WITH THAT
WE ARE NOT HUMAN
TRUE ENOUGH, I typed. PERHAPS YOU COULD WRITE ABOUT THE MOUSE EXPERIENCE.
They discussed some more.
THAT WOULD SEEM A GOOD IDEA PERHAPS WE SHALL
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“Perhaps
we shall?” Shaun said.
“Who talks like that?"
“Apparently highly intelligent mice do,” I answered, with my mouth full. It was Saturday morning and we were having breakfast at the Green Tea Diner. I have no idea what a holistic pancake is supposed to be made of, but they're pretty good with mini chocolate chips and all natural maple syrup.
"So, is that what they are going to do? Write the story of the mouse experience?”
“Yeah, that's what it looks like.”
“Well, you aren't going to be able to keep that a secret.”
“No, I'm not,” I agreed. “But at least I don't have to stay up all night typing gibberish while they work.”
Shaun gave me a look of curiosity.
“I did that the first night. I didn't get any sleep at all. These guys are up and down all night, wandering around, writing their little mouse legs off. That was enough for me. The next day I upgraded the keyboard to one of those old text to telephone keyboards, like phone operators use to communicate with deaf people. I wrote a subroutine for it that randomly hits keystrokes every few seconds. Now, at least I can sleep at night.”
“Wait,” Shaun said. “So, how often are the mice the ones sending information to the research lab, and how much of it is just your little gizmo?”
I gave him a sheepish look. “Since the new keyboard? It's all the gizmo. Once Willie and Frank discovered they were free to express themselves without the folks upstairs 'reading over there shoulders', they've been at it twenty four seven. Turns out mice have a lot to say.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, most of it's boring though. And Willie is pretty whiny. 'My feet are cold.' 'When's breakfast?' stuff like that. But Frank is doing some fascinating, almost poetic stuff.”
I got the waitress' attention and held up my coffee cup. “Another bad thing is, since the keyboard is just doing entries at random, it can't respond to the pictures that the lab is putting on the screen. Doctor Wizell is pretty negative about the whole thing. He thinks the earlier stuff was just a fluke.”
Shaun pushed away his empty plate. “I'm surprised one of the research assistants haven't figured it out yet.”
“The only one who really pays any attention is Jennifer, and she's been off the last couple days. The other two guys think it's all just boxes and wires. But that's not going to last. I'm going to have to come clean.”
I thanked the waitress for the coffee refills, and then said, “I'm going to have to let their ability be seen upstairs. I'll probably lose my job, and they'll take Willie and Frank away from me when they find out how well they're doing.”
“They might, they might not,” Shaun shrugged. “They'll probably be so excited that they just pay attention to the mice. But you better tell Jennifer about it first. Hey, didn't you two go out last night?”
“Yeah, it was classic movie night at the student center.”
“And you didn't tell her then?”
“I was going to. The movie kind of killed the moment.”
“What was the movie?”
“Ben.”
“Oh, man. That's just wrong.”
“Yeah. Anyway, I didn't want to go from that to a discussion of the hyper intelligent mice that I'm hiding from her boss.”
“You aren't hiding the mice. You're just hiding the intelligence. You're pretty good at that.”
“Ha ha.”
“So, when are you going to tell her?”
“Today. She's back on afternoon feeding starting today. I'm going to meet her at the dungeon and introduce her to the guys.”
“Oh, this is going to be great!”
“You aren't invited,” I told him sternly.
“What? Miss this? Are you kidding? 'Willie, Frank, this is Jennifer. The girl who's been checking your balls and shooting you up for the last several weeks. Jennifer, they want you to know you have very cold hands for such a hot chick. But wait, they can tell you themselves. Say hi, boys.' ”
“Funny. That is exactly why you aren't invited,” I said. “We won't really want the play by play on this.”
“That's not it,” he said. “You just don't want her finding out you told me first.”
“It's not that. When she kills me for screwing with her experiment, and then keeping it a secret? The least I can do is make sure there aren't any witnesses. After all, I deserve it.”
“There is that,” he nodded. “If it makes you feel any better, I'll help hide your body.”
“You're such a Samaritan.”
"Can I have your truck?"
"Shut up."
~~~~~~~
After Shaun left, I went back inside. Frank was up in the cage loft. He didn't look happy. Willie was wandering around the touch pad below him.
WHAT'S UP? I typed in.
Willie didn't even look up. He was moving in a weird circle, typing the same thing over and over.
WILL E RULES WILL E RULES WILL E RULES WILL E RULES WILL E RULES
Frank came down the ramp and shouldered Willie off to one side. Then he looked at me before typing:
I CAN NOT WORK WITH HIM. HE IS A FOOL.
Willie answered:
AM NOT. F RANK IS MAD BECAUSE I BEAT HIM.
I AM NOT. BESIDES YOU CHEAT ED
DID NOT.
More shouldering. FOOL. S Q U E E L I S H IS NOT A WORD
I picked the keyboard back up.
WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?
Frank answered first. WE WERE PLAYING HANG MAN. HE MADE UP A WORD.
I DID NOT Willie typed, dancing over the alphabet keys. S Q U E E L I S H IS WORD.
SURE IT IS Frank answered WHAT DOES IT MEAN
IT ITS IT
IT IS HOW I FEEL WHEN I THINK ABOUT SOME ONE STEP PING ON MY TAIL.
YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT.
OK, OK, I interrupted them.
SO, IS THAT YOUR PLAN FOR TODAY? FIGHTING AND PLAYING GAMES?
OH NO Frank answered I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON MY STORY
OUR STORY Willie typed.
OUR STORY Frank agreed.
I HELPED Willie continued.
HE HAS HELPED Frank admitted. HE IS VERY GOOD AT THE ADD ED LETTER S FOR PLURAL WORDS AND SUCH. EXCEPT WHEN HE GETS DISTRACT ED AND WANDER
There was a pause. I looked from the still cursor on the screen over to Frank. Frank chirped at Willie. Willie had gone off in a corner. He came back and jumped on the keypad.
S OFF.
Frank looked at the screen, then up at me. SEE WHAT I MEAN.
I nodded and then answered. YES, I SEE.
I was scrolling back through the screens. There were a lot of them.
WOW, I typed YOU HAVE WRITTEN A LOT HERE.
Then I came across an odd place.
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO
It went on for almost a dozen screens.
WHAT HAPPENED HERE?
Willie moved slowly over to the keyboard.
I HAD AN ITCH. SORRY.
THAT'S OK, I answered. SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO SCRATCH WHAT ITCHES.
SEE, Willie typed.
Frank crawled over to the outside ledge and then looked at Willie. Then Frank launched into this long, really loud stream of chirping and clicking noises.
I winced, “Don't have to speak mouse to understand that one.”
~~~~~~~~
I didn't pretend that I could cook anything for Jennifer. Even if I could cook, there wasn't anywhere to cook in the dungeon, short of setting a fire in a trash can. I had too much confidence in my own bad luck to try that. So, I ordered Chinese. I had to meet the delivery guy upstairs at the door. I wound up heading back down stairs just behind Jennifer. I tried to act casual.
“I've got moo goo gai pan. Hope that's ok. There's egg rolls too.”
“That sounds good,” she answered. “I can eat right after I do the mouse stuff.”
“Cool. I'll set up over in the corner.” I pulled some paper plates and a roll of paper towels out of my supply box. “Hope you don't mind, I thought I'd break out the fine china.”
She looked at me and smiled and something in my heart melted. Meanwhile my brain was chanting a mantra, “Please don't let this go bad. Please don't let this go bad. Please don't let this...”
“Hey, Jake? What's with the laptop and the extra keyboard?”
“Here we go,” I breathed.
She had just finished weighing the guys, and giving them their shots. She was marking down notes on her clip board. I waited until she finished and took it from her, along with the small black shot case that she was carrying.
“Could you sit down for a minute, please? Over here, please.” I led her to the chair with the keyboard in front of it. I put her clip board on top of the cage and sat next to her.
“We have something we need to tell you about.”
“We...?” Jennifer looked around.
“Yeah, the guys and I.” I motioned to the cage, but she was looking around the room and didn't see it.
“Jake, Shaun isn't here,” she said.
“No he isn't,” I answered. “Not that he didn't want to be. In fact it was all I could do to keep him away. He got really hurt when he finally realized that I was serious and wouldn't let him even come by. But this was too important too....” I stopped when I realized she was staring at the computer screen.
JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER JUST TELL HER
Willie and Frank were jumping back and forth on the keys. I didn't
know they could jump so high, or so loudly.
“Stop it guys, or you're going to break the touch pad!”
Willie moved over to the ledge and watched as Frank typed, slowly:
TELL HER. NOW.
“Uhh, Jake?” Jennifer said. “What's going on?”
“Yeah...” I took a deep breath. “That's pretty much the thing. Willie and Frank can talk. Well, not actually talk. But they can communicate by typing, and read what we type back to them.”
“What?” She was looking back and forth between me and the cage. “When? How? When did this happen? I mean, we aren't seeing this up in the lab.” She looked around again. “Wait, that's why you have two monitors....”
“OK, so, the fact that they can communicate isn't the whole thing,” I said. “But it's the important thing. Really. It's the part you have to keep in mind, right?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, I've been hiding it from the lab for the last week or so... and, well.. and from you. And... I'm..., um. I'm sorry.”
She didn't kill me. She didn't even hit me. She just sat there and looked at Willie and Frank, while they looked at her and squeaked at each other. She just sat there. And sat there. She wouldn't even look at me.
“Please just kill me,” my brain kept begging, but I was afraid to say anything else. I just waited. “Please say something,” my brain said. Anything is better than nothing, better than this. But my lips weren't moving.
“You're such an idiot,” she said.
“Yes. I know,” I said. “I'm sorry.”
“No, you don't know. You're too big an idiot to know how big an idiot you are.”
“Well, I know it was dumb of me, but I really am...”
“Shut up. It was more than dumb. It was criminal... and really dangerous. It could have been tragic. Tomorrow we're supposed to up the dosage in the shots. They thought it might help, since we stopped seeing results. All because you decided to play geek with the equipment and lie to the laboratory. Who knows what it would do to them? If the initial dosage is working, and having real results, twice the amount might send them into some kind of .. I don't know, some kind of mouse psychosis or something. You... idiot!”
“Hey, I really am sorry I-- “
“Shut up! I didn't say you could talk yet.”
I shrugged, “Well, yeah, I know, but....” I pointed toward the laptop screen, and the cage where Willie and Frank were sitting, watching us.
PARDON US. SUBJECT OF CONVERSATION HERE. WHAT IS SHE SAYING.
AND COULD SHE SAY IT A BIT LESS LOUD LY
I didn't need to say anything else. The words on the screen slowed Jennifer down better than I ever could.
“What do I um...” she began.
“Just type. Try to keep to every day language, avoid slang. If you say something they don't understand, they'll ask you.”
“umm, ok.”
I SAID J A K E IS AN IDIOT.
Willie moved across the touch pad.
TOLD YOU SO. SHE LOOK ED JUST LIKE YOU WHEN YOU YELL AT ME.
Jennifer gave me a quizzical look.
“He's talking to Frank, but he wants to make sure we see it,” I explained. “They've had some arguments.”
Frank was moving on the touch pad.
HE SAID THIS WOULD BE STRANGE FOR YOU. ALTHOUGH WE DO NOT KNOW WHY. I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR BEING SO KIND TO US.
YOU ARE VERY WELCOME, Jennifer typed. JAKE WAS RIGHT. IT IS STRANGE. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO TALK WITH JAKE?
FOR AS LONG AS WE CAN REMEMBER.
“Maybe it's a side effect of the drugs,” I said. “But they can't really remember back before they could type; even though that's only a couple weeks.”
Jennifer nodded. “Maybe, but probably not. Mouse memories are still a bit of a mystery. It might be that they didn't have long memories to start with, and that all this new knowledge would push out the lesser stuff from the past.” She looked at the laptop monitor. “Have they been doing anything but talking to you?”
I motioned to the cage. “Ask them.”
HAVE YOU WRITTEN ANYTHING BESIDES TALKING TO JAKE?
Willie and Frank squeaked at each other and then they were moving quickly across the touch pad.
OH YES. I HAVE BEEN WRITING DOWN ALL OF OUR MEMORIES AND ALL OF THE THOUGHTS WE HAVE HAD ABOUT WHAT J A K E CALLED THE MOUSE EXPERIENCE. IT IS QUITE A LONG AND TIRING UNDER TAKING.
Frank stopped to catch his breath. Jennifer looked at me.
“This is ...” she said. “It's just... amazing.”
“Yeah. I know.” I said. I could hear the sorrow in my voice. She could, too.
“Now you see why I was hiding it. I know I have to let the lab guys know about this. But when they find out, they're going to take Willie and Frank away from me.” I turned my body away from the cage. “Who knows what they'll do to them. Probably dissect their brains or something. I can't let that happen, Jennifer. I just can't.”
She looked at me, silently. Down on the touch pad Willie was asking a question.
CAN WE ORDER A PIZZA.
“Pizza?” Jennifer's eyebrows raised as she looked at me.
“Hey, it was just once,” I said. “Besides, it was you guys' fault. Somebody got the bright idea to show them pictures of pizza on the monitor, after Willie and Frank said something about seeing one on television. It just made them want to know what one tasted like.”
“Well, that explains the sudden weight gain.”
“Yeah, 'cuz it was light beer,” I said.
Her eyes got really wide.
“I'm kidding.” I couldn't tell, from the look on her face, whether or not she believed me.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked.
“I'm not sure. Let me think about it awhile,” Jennifer said. “Tell you what. Let me talk with Willie and Frank for a bit, while I work on the problem in my head.”
“Ok,” I said. I turned so that I could watch the screen.
“Jake?” she said. I looked back and saw her face.
Oh... “Go away?” I asked.
“Yes. Go away.”
“Oh, ok. Umm... ice cream?”
“Sure...,” she started. “No, wait. It wouldn't be fair to eat it in front of them.”
“Oh, it's ok. I know what they want. Frank is a strict chocolate man. Willie likes phish stuff from Ben and Jerry's.”
She looked at me, hard. “Kidding?” she asked.
“Umm, yeah, sure,” I said. Then I smiled at her. “Yes, I'm kidding. The only out of regimen thing they've ever gotten was the pizza, that one time.” I raised my right hand in the three finger salute. “Scouts Honor.”
“Ok,” she said. “You go get ice cream. Then we'll figure something out.”
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I closed the door behind me and slumped my way up the stairs. It's harder than slumping your way down stairs, but if a person is really depressed, it's doable. And I was more depressed than I could remember being in a long time. Over and over in my head, my thoughts kept time with my footsteps, echoing down the empty hallways.
“I screwed up. Jen's in trouble. Jen hates me. She hates me and she's in trouble. Willie's in trouble. Frank's in trouble. I'm in trouble. I'm gonna get fired. Jen's gonna get fired. Wait... forget fired. Willie and Frank could get killed.”
I turned the corner and started down the hall that ran the length of the building, heading for the loading dock. The quad was just around the corner from the dock, with the Parkit Market just the across the street. “Oh crap, I bet it's raining. I'm gonna get soaked. Soaked? So what? The mighty mouse duo are gonna get dead. Well, that's not my fault, really. They're a lab experiment. That was gonna happen from the outset. At least, by hiding them, I've kept it from happening for awhile. Yeah, and maybe I..., maybe we..., maybe Jennifer can come up with some way to keep it from happening at all. I mean, I really like those little guys. And I really like Jennifer. And maybe I should stop talking to myself before somebody hears me.”
Not much chance of that, though. This end of the building was all student labs. Students didn't usually hang around the chem labs after classes. The only chemicals they're going to be mixing tonight have names like Jack and Smirnoff and Bud. It was an away game night for the football team, so maybe not as much with the Bud. Saturday nights and Sundays most of the lab buildings were a ghost town.
So, I must've been hearing ghosts. Loud, clumsy ghosts. Something metal fell and bounced off a floor in one of the rooms up ahead. BANG, CLANG, Clatter, rattle. “Son of a Bitch!”
Ok, maybe not so ghostly after all. I ducked into a doorway just as someone came out of the door where the noise had come from.
There were two of them. It was Igor and Lurch, err, Brad, and the other guy research assistant. I don't know where the 'Lurch' thing came from. But, seeing them together, it was the first thing that popped into my head. Walking next to Igor, um, Brad, he looked like a 'Lurch'. They couldn't have been more physically opposite. Where Igor was unusually short, Lurch was, of course, unusually tall. Where Igor was round, Lurch was straight, rail thin, with short, greasy dark hair. And he had this weird wheeze when he breathed. I could hear him now, all the way down the hall, where I was hiding.
Fortunately they turned the other way. They must be heading for the loading dock, too. They were each carrying a small cardboard box, about half the size of a shoe box. Actually, they were about the size of the needle case Jennifer carried.
“It was a good idea to carry the shot cases, Larry,” Brad was saying.
“You bet,” Larry answered.
Larry - Lurch, I thought. Well that's never going to get separated in my head.
“Carrying just the vials would look suspicious. This way is safer, and it looks like we're just off to do our jobs. The vials are just another lab med. ”
“And besides,” Brad said, “It looks cooler, like we might be doctors, or something.” He did this little shuffle step and straightened his shoulders for a moment. “Pardon me, Miss. Can I be of assistance. After all, I'm a doctor.”
“Well it certainly looks cooler than last week when you tried to carry the vial out in your pocket, and sat on it.”
“Hey! We weren't going to talk about that again.” Brad opened the door to the loading Doctork and held it open for Larry.
Larry stopped and looked at him. “This IS much cooler than spending the night pulling glass out of your ass, right?”
“Hey!”
“I'm just saying.” Larry Lurch said and went through the door. Brad let it go and it closed, and I was alone in the hallway. And, a little bit confused.
What were they up to? What was in the vials? And where were they going with them? It had to be something they weren't supposed to be doing, or else they wouldn't have been so proud of themselves.
Wait a minute. What if the vials were filled with the stuff that they'd been giving Willie and Frank? Were Igor and Larry Lurch conducting some kind of lab experiment on their own time. I could just see it now. They were wandering around shooting up whatever small animal or house pet they could get their hands on, just to watch what happened. That would be weird, maybe the next time I went into Starbucks the tables would be filled with hyper intelligent cats. Sitting around lapping up heavily creamed coffee and discussing dairy futures and the Wall Street Journal.
I should follow them, I thought. I ran through the door and out onto the loading dock. Too late. They were gone.
No, wait. There they were across the quad, heading into the Parkit Market. I followed, trying to keep in the shadows of the trees. I didn't know how long they would be in the store, but I didn't want them to see me when they came out. Just as I got to the last tree before the curb, they came back out. Igor had a bottle of laundry soap and some fabric softener. I could see it through the thin plastic bag. Larry Lurch was holding a couple bottles of wine. He had a sleeve of plastic cups under his right arm. He also had a plastic bag. I didn't see the shot kits.
Maybe they're in the bag. Weird.
There's a student parking lot on the opposite corner from the Parkit Market. I stayed under the tree and watched as they got into a beat up, primer brown Ford Escort station wagon. The wagon started after a couple turns of the key and then coughed and sputtered its way up the street out of sight.
Laundry soap, wine and experimental drugs. Just another night on campus. How bad could that be?
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