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[dingywhite]

And he was reminded of Michael K at the rehabilitation camp: a walking stick of a man, hiding under a leaf, nibbling at the corner, and drinking dew or whatever walking sticks feed on. His head hurt still, was throbbing in fact. Pure pulses of blood and weakness that would precede he was sure his death.

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[callmebetty]

ouch.

[dingywhite]

i love that ferret. is he yours now?

[callmebetty]

nope. still justin's. susannah might have hidden him though, i think.

send me an email re: grant proposal when you get a chance. are you serious about this?

[callmebetty]

um, that was me.