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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 1467769" data-attributes="member: 98">Simon opened the door to his flat, arms full with briefcase, beer and keys.  The keys he tossed on an end table, muttering a silent mantra to himself Keys on the end table . . . keys on the end table, hoping that would be sufficient to remind himself where they were.  The briefcase wen by the computer and the beer went into the refrigerator.  He actually enjoyed his beer ice cold, something his few friends had always made fun of.  He hoped that Jennifer didn't mind - plus it was always easier to warm the beer up than to cool it down.  Simon had worked on his apartment, cleaning and organizing his clothes.  He showered and checked e-mail from his home.  He also transfered the data he had gathered on his laptop onto dvd and placed the disk in his briefcase.He took the call on the third ring . . . not wanting to appear too eager.  "Sounds good, Jennifer, I should be there in a few . . . ," Simon replied.He checked himself over one last time, then opened the door to head out.  At the last moment, his mantra kicked in.  Simon caught the door before it closed and retrieved his keys . . . and the dvd . . . and the beer.  He sighed, As forgetful as ever . . .He knocked politely at Jennifer's door, checking the hall . . . all the while feeling slightly nervous and uncomfortable.  It reminded him of the feeling he had when he left the station - odd that he should think of that now.  He decided to bring it up with Jennifer.</blockquote>

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