Ufff, what a day. I had to drive a couple hours out to Hanover to do research, which meant a four-hour round trip without a
trinityofone to keep me company. What did end up keeping me company was horrible, wretched cramps, and the steadily-growing conviction that what was sloshing around in my uterus was, in fact, radioactive sludge. That was fun. And for the
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