Sunday, 11:47 a.m.

There is an odd trust system that develops within the confines of the Frisc. We ask perfect strangers to keep an eye on our laptops and we share our personal space as we crowd at the computer table. Consistent Frisc users return to the same location daily, creating a de facto Frisc posse. We may not acknowledge each other outside of the SciLi’s walls, but in here, we smile at each other as if to say, “I feel your pain.”

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