Finished the catalogue.
Finished the whisky.
Finished.
Goodnight.
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- 9 hours to go, time to pack
- Anus of Responsibility
- Early night
- The Sage razored
- Really Me!
- What a difference a day makes
- - No knickers
- Fur coat and?
- It's Monday. Again.
- Party time, with balloons
- Sagacity slips
- Bob and (S)Cratchitt
- I'm chuffed. Chuff chuffed.
- Unrepentant slider
- Bad mother
- The Misfit
- No razor for me
- Sliding a little more than is comfortable
- Gargling with champagne
- Mother love can go too far
- Malingering
- bathing with books
- The rest is silence/the silence is rest
- (lack of) Memories
- Limped trembling through the frozen grass
- Too many Cakes, though nearly not enough
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Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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