RemoteUser
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I admit to thinking of my girl again. I heard from her a couple of hours ago via text, and her last words, referring to a previous conversation we'd had, were: "And not soggy?" We have fun conversations. I admit the boy is practicing his piano (Mozart: Eine Kleine Nachtmusik). He only plays by ear, like me, but he has a good ear and head for notes. I admit that it's been a long dead day, with most of the work already done. Thoughts of her, though, intermingled with notes muted by the closed wooden door down the hall, make it a good day.
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