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and then our exile

Sunday, March 28, 2004 at 6:13 a.m.

Farooq, a few minutes ago: "one theme of the evening was brotherhood. i'm telling you as a brother, right after Fajr i'm hitting the sack." And so, he does such, while i raid his room. (We slept at about 3am, and got up for Fajr at 5, so.) One day soon i should probably plan on getting home.

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