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and then our exile

Monday, February 09, 2004 at 12:14 p.m.

EMAD HAS PHONED ME FROM LIBYA! ...wa'llahu akbar wa li'llahi'l-hamd. Talking to him made me Very-Happy but was immediately followed-upon by much more downer thoughts--we met at a time when i was yet relatively... well... comparisons of me then and me now reflect poorly on me. ^_^

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In other news, i'm writing a paper on terrorism due tomorrow. Take that! Going down fighting--steering a crash-course for Mister Merali! Pow pow! Also last night squashed into some coffee shop downtown i met the rest of Team Algeria--Kalen Brendan Meghan and Sherry. Which went alright.

and then our exile

Monday, February 09, 2004 at 12:14 p.m.

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