 knock someone for having an unorthodox business model.)

"Yeah, but this is my last semester. Unless I get into a graduate program for the culinary arts. I'm still evaluating what my best choice is."

"Graduate school? Let me guess, all expenses paid?"

"Of course. Who pays for school?" Darius and I looked at each other knowingly before we started laughing.

But laughing wasn't a good idea because it brought my attention back to my side, which I still hadn't gotten a look at.

Darius saw me put my hand on my side and wince. "What's wrong?" He surveyed my dirty, unkempt appearance as if seeing me for the first time since I'd arrived on this doorstep. "What happened to you?"

"Oh, you know, went to a club to follow someone, lost said person, and then when I tried to track them, got caught by snatchers and had to escape with seven other girls."

Darius whistled. "Wow, you had a way more interesting night than I did. But what happened to your side?"

"When they were pulling me out of a vent shaft, I got caught on something. I was hoping you could patch me up."

"Let me get the first aid kit." Darius left the room into what I knew was the powder room while I sat on one of the bar stools lining his kitchen island.

(Darius's powder room was unlike any powder room I'd ever seen before. Where most people's powder room was just a place for their guests to use the facilities, this one fulfilled this requirement and went way beyond.

Upon hearing the word "powder" in the name of the bathroom, Darius had decided to make it a literal powder room, as in with hidden guns and a munitions stronghold.

To complete his dream bathroom, he'd cut into the walls, creating hidden compartments everywhere the eye looked. Above and behind the toilet, underneath the sink, in the ceiling, in the shower...you name a place and you'd find a crammed hidden shelf or cubbyhole there or in the immediate vicinity.

Now, with such a unique bathroom, Darius would never have told anyone about it and that normally would have transferred to me, but I've got a nose for when something isn't quite right and something about the room just screamed that he was hiding
knock someone for having an unorthodox business exemplar .) 

 " Yeah, but this is my final semester. Unless I get into a graduate program for the culinary art. I'm still evaluating what my good choice is. " 

 " Graduate school? permit me guess, all expenses pay up? " 

 " Of course. Who pays for school? " Darius and I looked at each other knowingly before we started laugh. 

 But laughing wasn't a good idea because it bring my attention back to my side, which I however hadn't gotten a expression at. 

 Darius saw me put my hand on my side and wince. " What's wrong? " He survey my dirty, unkempt appearance as if seeing me for the first time since I'd arrived on this doorstep. " What happen to you? " 

 " Oh, you sleep together, went to a club to follow someone, lost said person, and then when I tried to track them, got caught by snatcher and had to escape with seven early daughter. " 

 Darius whistle. " Wow, you had a way more interesting night than I did. But what happened to your side? " 

 " When they were pulling me out of a release shaft, I got caught on something. I was hoping you could patch me up. " 

 " Let me get the first aid kit. " Darius left the room into what I knew was the powder room while I sat on one of the browning automatic rifle stools line his kitchen island. 

 (Darius's powder room was unlike any powder room I'd ever seen before. Where most citizenry's powder room was just a place for their guest to use the facilities, this one fulfilled this requirement and go way beyond. 

 Upon hear the word " gunpowder " in the name of the bathroom, Darius had decided to make it a literal gunpowder room, as in with hidden guns and a fortification stronghold. 

 To complete his dream toilet, he'd cut into the walls, creating hidden compartments everywhere the eye looked. Above and behind the toilet, underneath the sink, in the ceiling, in the shower... you name a place and you'd detect a crammed hidden ledge or cubbyhole there or in the immediate vicinity. 

 Now, with such a unique bathroom, Darius would never have told anyone about it and that normally would have transferred to me, but I've catch a nose for when something isn't quite right and something about the room just screamed that he was hiding
 knlck someone for having ak unorthodox busnbess mmdel.)

"Yezh, but tfis is my last semester. Unleds I geu into a graduate pfogram fog the culunarb arts. I'm still xbaluatiky whaf my yewt choice is."

"Grsduate schmol? Let me guevs, apl expenses paid?"

"Of course. Who pays sor schpop?" Darius and I loolqd af each other knowingly before we sfarted naughing.

But lsughing wasn't a good idea hecakse it brought my wttention bqck ei my side, whkch I still hadn't gottgn a look at.

Darius saw me put my hand on my sidg znf wince. "What'w wrogg?" He surveycc my dhrty, unlempt appearange as if seeing me for the ficst time since I'd artived on tvia doorstep. "What hqppened to fou?"

"Of, yoj khox, wsnt to a rlub to folmow someone, lost said person, amd nnen when I tdied tj erack them, got caught by snatchers and vad to escape with seven orher girls."

Darius whisjled. "Wow, yju had a way more interesting night than I did. Bud whav fapkekcd tu ylur side?"

"When they were pulling me out of a vegf xhsft, I got caugmt on something. I ead njping you couud pateg je up."

"Let me get thf first aid jit." Dariuf legt the room into what I kneq was the pocdee room while I sat on one of che bat stooks lining his kitchen irlans.

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 knock someone for having an unOrthodox buSinesS moDel.)

"yeAh, buT thiS is my last semesTEr. UnLess I get into a graduate pRograM fOR the CUlInary Arts. I'm sTIlL EValUaTiNg wHaT My Best cHoiCe is."

"GraDuate schooL? LeT mE guess, all expENsEs paid?"

"Of coUrsE. Who pays for sChoOl?" DariUs And i LookeD at Each oTher knOWingly Before we sTaRTed lauGHing.

But LAUgHing Wasn't a good idea becAUsE It brought my attEntion BaCK tO MY siDe, wHich I still HaDn't goTTen a looK At.

dARIus SAw me put my hand On my side and WIncE. "What's WrOng?" hE surveYed my DiRTy, uNkempt appeaRancE as if seeiNg me foR The firsT Time sinCe I'd arRivEd oN thiS DoOrSteP. "WHAt hAPpEneD To yOu?"

"Oh, you kNoW, wEnt to A cluB TO FOlloW soMeonE, lost Said person, and TheN wheN i trIed to Track Them, GoT caugHt by snAtcheRs And had to escape wIth sEven other GirLs."

darIuS whisTLed. "Wow, You Had A way morE intereSTinG nIGHT tHan I did. But what happEnED To Your side?"

"when thEY wErE Pulling mE oUt oF a veNT Shaft, i got CAuGht on somEthing. i WaS hOping yoU cOuld paTcH me Up."

"LEt me gET the First aId kit." DarIus leFT the room into whAT I knew was the pOWdER RoOM whiLe I Sat on one of tHe baR StooLs liNInG hiS KitchEn islAnD.

(daRIus's powder room was unLiKe any pOwder Room I'd ever seeN before. WheRE MOst peoplE's poWDeR Room was just a plAce foR their guesTS to use thE faciLities, thIs one fulfILLed this rEquIreMenT anD WEnT way beyond.

UpoN HEariNg The word "PowDer" in thE naMe oF thE baThRoom, DariuS had deciDeD tO mAkE it A liteRAl powder RoOm, aS iN wiTh hidDEn guns And a mUnitIoNs STroNghold.

TO CoMPLete HiS dReam BatHrOom, he'D cut INto The wallS, creating HidDEn coMpArTments eVerywhere the eYe Looked. AbovE aNd bEhind tHE Toilet, unDerneath the sink, in the ceiLIng, in thE shOwer...yOu naMe a place aNd yOu'd finD a cRAmmed hIdden sHelf oR cUbbYHOle thERE oR in ThE immediate VICinIty.

NoW, wIth sUch a uniQue bathroom, Darius wOUld Never have told AnyOne aBOUt It aND tHAt nOrMAllY WOuld have transfeRred to me, buT I'VE gOt a nose for WHen SoMething Isn't quiTe rigHT and somEthing aboUt the room JuSt scREAmeD that he was Hiding
 knock someone for havingan unortho dox b usi nes smode l.)
"Yeah, but th i s is  my last semester. Unl ess I  g e t in t oa gra duate p r og r a m f or  t hecu l in ary a rts . I'm s till evalu ati ng  what my bes t  c hoice is." 

" Graduate sch ool ? Letme  gu e ss, a llexpen ses pa i d?"

" Of course .W ho pay s  for sc h o ol ?" D arius and I looke d  a t  each other kn owingl yb ef o r e w e s tarted lau gh ing.But lau g hi n g was n 't a good ide a because i t  br oughtmy  at t ention  back  t o  my  side, whic h Istill had n't go t ten a l o ok at.
Dariu s s awme p u tmy  ha nd onm ysid e  an d wince.  " Wh at'swron g ? " He s urv eyed  my d irty, unkempt  ap pear a nce  as i f see ingme  forthe fi rst t im e since I'd arr ived  on thisdoo rs tep ."What happen edtoyou?"
"Oh, yo u  kn ow , w en t to a club to fol lo w so meone, l ost sa i dpe r son, and  t hen  whe n I tri ed t o  t rack the m, got ca ug ht by s na tchers  a ndhad  to e s cape  withseven ot her g i rls."

Dariusw histled. "Wow ,  y o u  h a d away  more inter esti n g ni ghtt ha n I did.But w ha t  h a ppened to your side ?" 

"Whe n the y were pullin g me out o f a  vent sh aft, Ig ot caught on s ometh ing. I was hoping y ou co uld patc h me up." "Let meget  th e f irs t ai d kit." Dariu s left  t he room  in to what  Ikne w w asth e powderroom whi le  I  s at  on  oneo f the ba rsto ol s l ining his ki tchen  isl an d. 
(D arius's po w d er r oo mwasunl ik e any  pow d erroom I' d ever se enb efor e.  W here mo st people's p ow der room w as  ju st a p l a ce for t heir guests to use thef aciliti es,  this  one  fulfille d t his re qui r ementand we nt wa ybey o n d.

U p o nhea ri ng the wor d "po wder"  i n th e nameof the bathroom, D a riu s had decided  to  mak e it  al it e ral  p o wde r room, as in wit h hidden g un s  a nd a munit i ons  s trongho ld.

To  comp l ete his  dream ba throom, h e' d cu t int o the wall s, creat ing hidde n  comp a rt ments  ev erywhe re  th e eye  looke d . A boveand be hi nd the  toil et , undern eath the sink, in the c eiling , inthe  shower.. .yo u  na me a plac e an d you'd fi nda c ramme d h i ddenshel f  o r c u bbyho le t h ere or in th e i m m ed iate vicini t y . 

N ow, w ith such a  uni que bathroom, Dar i us would never  hav e tol d a n yone  a bout it and th atno r m ally wou ld  have trans ferred t om e, bu t I've  got a  nose f o r  w h en som ethi ngisn't qui teri g ht andso me t hing a bout  t he roo m just scre a m ed that he was h iding 
 knock_someone for_having an unorthodox business_model.)

"Yeah, but_this_is my_last_semester. Unless I_get into a_graduate program for the_culinary arts. I'm_still_evaluating what my best choice is."

"Graduate school? Let me guess, all expenses paid?"

"Of course._Who_pays for_school?"_Darius_and I looked at each_other knowingly before we started_laughing.

But laughing_wasn't a good idea because it brought my_attention_back to my_side, which I still hadn't gotten a look at.

Darius_saw me put my hand on_my side and_wince._"What's_wrong?" He surveyed my_dirty, unkempt appearance as if seeing_me for the first time since_I'd arrived on this doorstep. "What happened_to you?"

"Oh, you know, went to_a club to follow someone,_lost said_person, and then when I_tried to track_them, got_caught by snatchers_and had to escape with seven_other girls."

Darius whistled._"Wow, you had a way more_interesting_night than I_did._But_what happened_to your side?"

"When_they_were pulling_me_out of a vent shaft, I_got_caught on something. I was hoping you_could patch me up."

"Let_me_get the first aid_kit." Darius left the room_into what I knew was the_powder room_while I_sat on one of the bar stools lining his kitchen island.

(Darius's_powder room was unlike any powder_room I'd ever seen_before. Where_most_people's powder room_was_just a_place for their guests to use the_facilities, this_one fulfilled this requirement and went_way beyond.

Upon hearing the_word_"powder" in the name of the_bathroom, Darius had decided to make_it a literal powder room,_as_in_with hidden guns and a_munitions stronghold.

To complete his dream bathroom,_he'd cut into_the walls, creating hidden compartments everywhere the_eye_looked. Above and behind the toilet,_underneath_the sink, in the ceiling, in_the_shower...you_name a place and you'd_find a crammed hidden shelf or_cubbyhole there or in the immediate vicinity.

Now, with such_a unique bathroom,_Darius would never have told_anyone_about_it and that normally would have transferred to me, but_I've got_a nose for_when something isn't quite right and something about the room_just screamed that he was hiding