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[cimorene]

just had the door held for me by a boy who looks like freddie prinze junior. don't particularly like dear freddie, but have nothing against his lookalikes. it's cold and miserably gray and wet. my stomach is uneasy, my back hurts even though i've gone over the allowable dose of ibuprofen, and on top of that i'm starting to get hungry. these are sort of background worries, though, as i'm also once more in pajamas and ensconced in cate's faithful chair (faithful to me, ahem, not to her.)

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