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Feb. 22nd, 2005 11:17 pm"Let's do this thing."
Mike tilts his head until his neck pops, and then opens the door. A blast of sound hits them as smartly as the cold February air. A think layer of slush covers the ground in front of the door, while higher snow banks mark the perimeter. The alley is one of those places that always gets dumped on, but never gets plowed. Mike places his finger tips on the frame of the door, and leans out slowly to get a good lay of the alley. It's a cross between a secret agent move and something one of the Stooges would do.
"A all clear."
He pulls a bright orange hat, complete with matching pompom onto his head before stepping out barefoot into the slush.
Mike tilts his head until his neck pops, and then opens the door. A blast of sound hits them as smartly as the cold February air. A think layer of slush covers the ground in front of the door, while higher snow banks mark the perimeter. The alley is one of those places that always gets dumped on, but never gets plowed. Mike places his finger tips on the frame of the door, and leans out slowly to get a good lay of the alley. It's a cross between a secret agent move and something one of the Stooges would do.
"A all clear."
He pulls a bright orange hat, complete with matching pompom onto his head before stepping out barefoot into the slush.
