He rubbed his eyes, looked at his fountain pen -- leaking, again -- a puddle of deep blue spreading on the paper. He picked up the pen and threw it in a nearby trash can, then took a little packet of tissues out of his jacket and wiped his ink off the paper and tossed that away, too. He looked at his watch and shook his head, packed up his things and grabbed...
******************** Author's note: This chapter has benefited greatly from editing by Nick, as well as the gracious loan of Duncan from Road to EGOT (which I greatly enjoy) by ManUnited1086. Apologies for the long delay between posts as personal commitments have crept up, but on the plus side, the next 4 chapters are fairly well plotted! *****************...
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