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((HEY GUYS, so yeah I’ve been talking to Josiah and there were some unintentional backdoors in the forum for non-Lumenites to get into our board here.  They have been cut off.  So, I’m not sure if that’s what was causing the vanishing posts, but it was some part of the problem.  But they have been blocked off so pretend they didn’t exist and we’ll see if our posts stick around now.))

Lance pulled his jacket off in the restroom and shook his head.  Try to be anonymous for one minute and… hey everybody look at the guy who can’t hold a coffee.  The hot water handle was broken… great, a cold wash.  Lance held the stained fabric under the faucet and turned the water on.  It gushed out, pooling on the fabric and spreading, soaking half of the jacket before Lance could turn it off.

Fabulous.  Why was it always him?  He couldn’t be a professional for just like…  Lance twisted and wrung the suit out, then stood looking at himself in the mirror.  His undershirt was stained too… better not run that underwater.  Now what?  Lance shook his head, slung is damp jacket over his shoulder, and stepped out of the restroom to reclaim his new coffee.

“Thanks,” told the girl who’d watched it (Amelie ).  And before he could stop himself, “oh… writing?  That’s cool.”