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and then our exile

Saturday, February 04, 2006 at 9:04 a.m.

usman and i just had an argument. he was adamant he had to hear 'baby 'luga', and he wanted me to sing along as well.
i wanted famous blue raincoat.

and so we argued. who could insist louder, or who could resort to the more ingenious ways of making the point. he turned off the speakers and said he wouldn't turn them back on till i agreed. i felt like stomping my feet.

when i did put on baby 'luga, though, he smiled sweetly and said 'ankescho:n.

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