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I dont know, I'm afraid. Small, fluffy, and four of.
I'm still at home just now, awaiting the journey of hell tomorrow night. 12 and a half hours on the bus with people who sleep with their mouths open, and have bad breath. But cute fluffy things will be awaiting me, and I'm going to see a flat so I can get away from my small children (including the "MUUUMMMMY, CAN YOU COME AND WIPE MY BOOOTTTTTOOOMMMM?" one who used to awake me at 5 every morning) and I start a tightrope walking course. Hurrah hurrah. |
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