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[burningfeetman]

Dear dear, 2 days without eating properly makes you veryvery tired and nauseous and smelly (no that's without washing). Or it could have been evil cigarettes that make you smell and not eat at the same time. I am rambling. SB was ace and 'aww it's the last one' sad. I'll write it up properly when I am not half-asleep.

Nitenite night-owls.

xxx

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[twitwoo]

i did try to make you eat, but you were having none of it! but yes, blargh. dead.

[burningfeetman]

and i thankyou for trying. the apple was nice.

the train man woke me up and i hurriedly gave him my ticket (and slumped down some more to look younger...logic clearly) without remember to use my sXe hand instead of the GAY hand.

xxx

[twitwoo]

ho, we didn't haff to pay on the train from shrewsbury homewards. the man must've been quite stupid as he can't have missed us getting on & the train was quite empty. mwahaha!

[facsimile]

I think I smoked more of your cigarettes than mine, I am evil. and you could have baked bread! in leetle paper cases! *glee*

xxx

[twitwoo]

i think we should bake bread next time we're at tim's. that would be *fun!* i'm not *quite* sure how to, but i'm sure gemma-the-domestician can work it out...

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[facsimile]

I've baked bread before! in heart-shaped tins, so I'm sure I could manage it. and I bet Tim will come leaping out of his bedroom saying "nooooo kids you're doing it ALL WRONG, you need to KNEAD it!"

[burningfeetman]

tis ok because obviously you were trying to save me from cancerdeath and thus it was very much like running out infront of a bus to push me out of the way

I still hold out hope that Tim bakes! i mean he'd deny it obviously

xxx