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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Bookses, my preciousss

We’re heading towards home today. Ken has to work for a few hours, so we’ll leave sometime after lunch, swing by the Beaverton Powells (for one used book—hey, it’s on the way) and the main Powells (a whole city block worth of books), where I do have a detailed list that I’ve crossed-checked online for availability, so it should go reasonably quickly.

So, I have the morning to do a little work, get some writing done, and pack most of the room. Oh, and I’d like to exercise as well, since I was a slacker yesterday…

See you on the other side!



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