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So far, Noah felt that his attempt at returning to a semi-hermit lifestyle were going well, with one problem. He had no school for the summer and thus was bored out of his mind. He had finally let his boredom tempt him into leaving the apartment again and simply praying he didn’t run into anyone who recognized him as ‘That Senator’s Son Who Saved Rachel Woods’. He personally felt it was already way past time for people to find something else to obsess over, but they apparently did not agree. He kept his head down as he headed towards the bookstore he knew so well, hoping that the sling and other minor injuries wouldn’t be enough of a tip off. After all, a lot of people had been hurt at the carnival.
Once he entered the shop, he made a bee-line for the shelves, happy to lose himself in going over anything new the shop had in stock. He amassed a stack of books that took several minutes to figure out how to carry in one arm, but soon enough he was carefully making his way to the check out counter with his new treasures. It wasn’t until he set the books down, and the stack fell over that he looked up to apologize to the cashier that he realized who it was. For all intents and purposes, his brain momentarily short circuited as he processed what he was seeing - his old roommate, the one who had disappeared from his life over a year ago. “Chandler?” he managed to say after a moment.
