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⠀⠀Catton , “ 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 , , ” the
⠀⠀name was Familiar , he
⠀⠀had yet to meet with him .
⠀⠀which would make sense
⠀⠀given the circumstances .
⠀⠀looking through a notebook
⠀⠀his hands came to a stop .
⠀⠀10 AM , ,
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⠀⠀exhausted man ——
⠀⠀exhausted mentally or
⠀⠀physically ? He couldn’t
⠀⠀differ , and either way . .
⠀⠀it was a long way from
⠀⠀the Dorms . He couldn’t
⠀⠀blame him if he was .
⠀⠀“ It looks like they just
⠀⠀marked the time wrong , ”
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀Neatly scattered papers
⠀⠀had gone on and been
⠀⠀collected , gently shoved
⠀⠀into the leather messenger
⠀⠀bag . Jonathans lecture
⠀⠀had been given and he
⠀⠀would quickly move on
⠀⠀
⠀
⠀⠀looking up briefly to meet
⠀⠀the gaze of @adoneusblue
⠀⠀“ if you are here for Visual
⠀⠀arts , You are thirty minutes
⠀⠀early . ” he moved back to
⠀⠀fixing up the space . “ and if
⠀⠀you came for Philosophy ,
⠀⠀you just missed it . ”
⠀⠀
⠀
⠀⠀Neatly scattered papers
⠀⠀had gone on and been
⠀⠀collected , gently shoved
⠀⠀into the leather messenger
⠀⠀bag . Jonathans lecture
⠀⠀had been given and he
⠀⠀would quickly move on
⠀⠀
⠀
⠀⠀towards his own research ,
⠀⠀finishing the day off with
⠀⠀which ever groups he had
⠀⠀scheduled on for the
⠀⠀remainder of the day .
⠀⠀a set of footsteps had pulled
⠀⠀him from his tidying .
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