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     “Hey, Sledgehammer.” When he sits down, the dust puffs up around him and then settles. “Penny for ’em? Notebook’s in my pocket so it’s off the record.”

     “This is psychology, right?” Nobody else is on this corridor, so I have to ask him. The lady at the desk told me to take a left then go up two flights of stairs, and the class would be on the right, all of which I did, but there’s a thread of paranoid anxiety running through me that I can’t snap.

          ‘ ’cause you think too much, ’  he says, pensively, after a pause.  ‘ you always thinkin, sledge.  i see your face go that way. your eyebrows get furrowed.  you overthinkin.  you even doin it now.  sometimes you just gotta  –  do. ’

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‘   alarm ?  dreaming ? geez sledge,,   did you even go to bed ?  man it’s not even five o’clock. do we seriously need to talk about sleep habits ?    ‘

“What you talking about, boot? I’m as sober as they come.” A proud grin flickered over his lips as he sat himself down, probably a bit too close for comfort. “See? Can even sit down properly and everything. Had I been drunk I would have fallen over.”

          ‘ hey, delta psi. ’  snafu is about eighty percent sure he saw this kid, milkbottle white with a shock of red hair, milling awkwardly nearby the USMC stand earlier today.  he lingered and then left, and snafu didn’t really think much about him because he was too busy resenting being stuck telling all these impressionable lily-livered kids to join the corps.  whoever picked him for this job was a fucking idiot.  didn’t persuade nobody of nothing.  but now they’re both at the grocery store less than a half hour before it’s set to close, and snafu’s perusing the mixers for tonic water and ron weasley over here is close enough that snafu’s sharp stare must feel like it’s going right through him.  ‘ better not be any alcohol in that basket of yours. ’