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My fiance and I live together fairly happily, in spite of my propensity for clutter and his little vials of bugs. Of course, we've been doing it for a while, and thus, practice. I have terrible eating habits, and while he is not at all adverse to the prospect of my gaining ten pounds, I've managed to avoid it. We go through an ungodly amount of milk, sometimes as much as a gallon a day between the two of us.
I just got a phone call from my local bookseller confirming my reservation of Harry Potter 5. I wished her luck with the trial by fire of weekend that awaits her. She seemed fearful of the coming storm, but put on a brave face. Gods bless her.
Haus good luck with your early nights, I'm off to one of mine. Good night everybody. |
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