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and then our exile

Friday, February 13, 2004 at 5:46 p.m.

Noor: "your eyes look like honey".

Morning=fixing tractor. Then at Rutherford i became "it", although i wasn't particularly vivacious at the time because i was half-worried about something that was resolved after a quick search somewhere else, so. But. What is making me laugh today is the way my mother is excited about the Birkebeiner.

Tonight i am writing my will; tomorrow, i attempt 30 kilometers of ski. And Lara too. So. Remember us. ^_^

and then our exile

Friday, February 13, 2004 at 5:46 p.m.

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