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Procrastination

ProcrastinationAndrew couldn't muster up the enthusiasm to start creating the class schedule for his next group of junior Slayers. As the Watcher who got to deal with the raw recruits, he took a certain amount of pride in moulding them into the scourge of demonkind, but they were awful to deal with initially.

Leaning back in his chair, he closed the console window on his laptop. Trolling the stats of employee visited web sites had lost its appeal after he'd stumbled over someone's coprophilia fetish.

He clicked another icon and lost himself to the soothing art of procrastination by Solitaire.

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open_on_sundaychallenge #152: the blahs
Part of the London!verse
Tags: andrew wells, fan fiction, fiction, london
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