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and then our exile

Sunday, November 30, 2003 at 8:24 p.m.

Right now I feel funny. As though I'm standing on some threshold and not sure where to go, or even if i'm awake. Pinch me, someone.

I also feel kind of bad--little Noor (Z's sister. not mine.) cried when I couldn't go home with them. A beautiful girl. He himself couldn't come, but sent instead three sisters two brothers and parents. A good time skiing, eating, talking, but I'm left feeling funny, now.

It is ajeeb.
I am ajeeb.
^_^

and then our exile

Sunday, November 30, 2003 at 8:24 p.m.

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