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Well, I'm about to hit the UL and do some work and go shopping for sarnies for tonight, but basically, I'd like to be sitting on the steps by the river outside my room and reading a book. And to have magic skin that doesn't burn so easily; Cholister, I feel your pain.
Oh, and to be punting. Or sailing. Or just on a lawn in Cambridge with lots of beer and French bread and cheese.
I pretty much am, though, so this is rock. Memo to self: buy grapes. |
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