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Landon absolutely did not want to come into work today. He was still hungover from the previous night and his head was blasting. He should have known it was going to end up like this, but he was just so incredibly bad at butterbeerpong. He walked into the the shoppe and flipped the open sign over. He flicked his wand and the chairs flew from the tables and hit the ground. He sighed as he served himself a steaming cup of french vanilla coffee.Current Mood:  drunk |