Tim and Jimmy on the phone, 2:20 p.m.:
Tim: So you made it into work ok.
Jimmy: Yeah.
T: I had horrible visions of you slipping on the step and cracking your head open. Would have been a real shame since we just cut your hair this morning.
J: Yeah, all that blood.
T: You should see the courtyard here. It’s beautiful.
J: Any blood?
T: No, just snow.
J: Hmm.
T: Not impressed?
J: I’m bored of snow.
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