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and then our exile

Friday, November 07, 2003 at 9:01 a.m.

A physics unit due tomorrow (since when are things due on Saturday?), and I must jump in.
Yesterday was good, though: did no schoolwork whatsoever. Visited Someone for a good time, who, too, has curved piano-pedals. Walked to Farooq's (the bags grew rather heavy on the way.), where Usman met Sumayyah and Halimah (Murtada's twins). Two beautiful girls. I think they're two. And then, as I talked with Farooq in his room, having fed Usman some cheerios, he fell asleep on my lap, holding tightly to my vest with his head on my biceps brachii. Usman, not FM.
Farooq came home with us and we actually Talked for the first time in a long time. And then made supper. After a taraweeh I blanked through (more vegetable than Aware), I slept all the way home, and dropped on the living-room carpet, totally gone to the world. Ammiji did the dishes and everything, but I heard nothing until the phone rang at 5.30am and I had no idea where I was.

What Flavour Are You? Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.

I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?


I'm not sure I totally agree.

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