I'm all moved in to the new place, except for Internets. It's cozy, but I like it. Hillary squeezed blood out of the rock that is my tiny-ass kitchen. I swear she turned the cabinets into non-euclidean spaces of somesort, I have no idea how she did it. Kitty is adjusting. I think slowly moving everything out of the old place over the course of
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