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[Jan. 16th, 2011|07:45 pm] |
*Decided to work from home after the festival debacle and has worked through just about everything he possibly can from where he is.*
*Has since been left at a loose end and found himself too distracted to concentrate on reading, so finds himself watching melodramatic black and white movies and dreadful, soap-opera weekend omnibus editions.*
*Channel surfs and eventually winds up on a repeat of Ancalime.* *Watches in horrified fascination (is pretty sure basques were not in fashion back then) until there's a knock at the door.* |
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[Feb. 14th, 2010|09:32 pm] |
*Finds a Vendórë's day card nestled in amongst his mail and knows exactly who it's from before he opens it.*
*Had really hoped his mother would stop doing this after about, oh, when his voice broke but the habit has persisted.*
*Takes a deep breath and accepts the inevitable: He's going to have to phone home.* |
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discontent
embarrassed