Faculty Lounge, Thursday, noonish

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Emma was in the lounge, lounging. And so were her muffins. They weren't lounging though. They were sitting innocently on a table and might in fact be edible this time. Emma was sticking to biscuits and a cup of tea, however. She also had a stack of newspapers by her side.

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El walked into the lounge after his class, placed his guitar case down under a desk, nodded to Emma vaguely, and poured himself a cup of coffee.

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Emma nodded back and picked up another newspaper.