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Someone is trying to escape from the Reg.

He keeps walking over to the windows and running his hands down them like he's trying to get out. It makes this odd squeaking noise.

We're on the fourth floor and this kinda makes me nervous. I hope the glass is glued in really well. He's a little Asian guy (probably weighs about two-thirds--I've been trying hard not to exaggerate--as much as me--not including his glasses cause those are kinda big), so I guess I shouldn't worry.

I want to go sit with him, put my hand around his shoulder and just tell him to leave. Take a break. Come back later.

But, who am I to talk? I'm posting in my blog.

He must have heard me typing, cause he's packing his stuff to leave.