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[OOM: Suite 134
Feb. 22nd, 2008 11:56 amIt's odd how quickly someone can just recalibrate their life to adjust for the presence of others. Being the youngest of four, Mike is used to this phenomenon, but that doesn't stop him from reflecting on it every once and a while.
For the first time in well over a year he's sitting on his own bed in his empty for all but him and Stampy room.
There's no Raph.
There's no Leo.
There's no Don.
There's no Lilly.
There's no Indy.
There's no Steph.
...
And there's no Mel.
Just a boy, his mental connection with a sentient piece of furniture, and his freshly launderd miniphant. The silience is broken by Mike's sigh.
"We need music, girl."
With the push of a button the auditory vacuum is filled with the dulcet tones of...well honestly it doesn't matter. Mike's not really listening anyway.
For the first time in well over a year he's sitting on his own bed in his empty for all but him and Stampy room.
There's no Raph.
There's no Leo.
There's no Don.
There's no Lilly.
There's no Indy.
There's no Steph.
...
And there's no Mel.
Just a boy, his mental connection with a sentient piece of furniture, and his freshly launderd miniphant. The silience is broken by Mike's sigh.
"We need music, girl."
With the push of a button the auditory vacuum is filled with the dulcet tones of...well honestly it doesn't matter. Mike's not really listening anyway.
