Cal hummed to himself, the breeze flowing through his hair. His fake braid trailed behind him. He was quite pleased with himself. It was his first payday at HSU, and he had just enough to buy himself a little toy. It was a forest green 2000 Mustang GT Convertible with the tan leather interior, performance tires, manual transmission, and Mach 460 sound system.

Cal smiled. The University was just up the hill.

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Shana was going to get that damned overgrown rodent, no matter what it took. She slipped into the garden shed, grasping her hedge clippers, and hid in the darkness.

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"Assistant to Head of Maintenance and Devote Follower of the Ways of General Kenobi," read the sign in front of Cal's parking spot. He was rather proud of that sign, as he had made it earlier that day. He parked his new toy and put the top up.

"A Mustang," he beamed to himself. "That ought to make me closer to the coolness of Kenobi."

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Waiting. Watching. Shana eyed the door of the 8' x 8' shack, leaning against a bookshelf that she failed to realize wasn't there the last time she was in the shed.

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Cal hummed to himself and opened the door to the garden shed, his new home. He was taken utterly by surprise by a certain Mistress of Paperwork lunging towards him, brandishing a very sharp gardening tool.

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"Hold still. I've almost got it out," Nurse Darry chided at her patient.

Cal groaned at the hedge clippers embedded into his chest.