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[bootme]

'What do you think you're doing?' He said.

'I think I'm surviving', I said.

'I think I'm growing up', I said.

'I think I might be winning', I said.

Remember everything I told you. Both of you.

Every last little bit of it.

Game on.

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[seventhdaughter]

Do you like coffee?

[bootme]

Yes, in very fact, I do.

Ironically, that was one of the least-random things I've heard all day.

[seventhdaughter]

Really? I'm slipping, apparently.

Even less random, would you like some? I don't promise it's good, but I wanted to try making some, and wouldn't mind some company and (more ot the point) someone to inflict it on.

[bootme]

You might be, or I might have just had a brilliantly insane day.

And that sounds quite good, in fact. I've made my moves for today, I don't have anything I need to do right now.

I'll bring some things you should read. I haven't forced Bukowski on you, yet, have I?

[brockadoodle]

I was going to ask if you were all right, but I see that Ginny's taken care of the beverages-of-dubious-quality and literature-no-less-so requirements for a Ravenclaw evening.

[bootme]

Now, now. Why would I not be all right?

I don't think I've ever been better in a long time.

[brockadoodle]

Whenever I feel I'm playing games with someone, it's usually not a positive.

But I'll take your word on it. I suppose it takes all kinds.

[bootme]

Well, when you're starting to come out ahead, it's a positive, I think.