SorceressJ
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I admit that a notebook, a pen that writes, minimal clothing, and some hot tea and fresh fruit all sound collectively wonderful right now. I admit that I just looked at my hands typing on this here keyboard, thought again about the notebook, and thought how actually writing stuff down was becoming a lost art. I admit that I don't much like that. I admit that the four-letter S word will apparently not arrive in my neck of the woods until sometime Sunday night/Monday morning. I admit they are calling for 4-6 inches and a little sleet. I admit that this equals roads that will be, as my mother would have said, "slicker'n pigshit". I admit that this probably means no school, and delighted stepThings saying "WOOT" and playing the Wii all day. I admit that I sees me a Shadow-tiger's note up there. I admit that I hope with all my heart that this is a misunderstanding of some sort, and that the source of his sad is only temporary. I admit that there is nothing wrong with him, even in the deep dark well of his discouragement. I admit that I have missed him, and am here for him to talk to in any case, if it pleases him to do so, and he should remember that.
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Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc. <93>)O(
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