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A nice German man who happens to be both my ex-roommate and one of my very closest friends took me out for a cheap-but-good sushi dinner and brought me something called "Cold-FX," eighteen pills that are supposed to speed me through recovering from this awful cold so that the little viral monsters can disembark from the Good Ship Papers just a little bit faster. Then we went to a coffee shop and I wrote while he graded essays. A friend of ours happened to see us through the window and she came in for a chat. It was all very lovely.
Also, found a very good piece of Canadian long fiction that is smooth, satisfying, and inspiring all at once. |
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