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[gorgeouslywrong]

My mother and I went to a fancy Vietnamese lunch today, and despite or because of my continued illness and sleep deprivation and unfounded anxiety over school, plotted out in detail an entire mystery novel--characters, plot, clues, narrative voice, etc. It involves an adorably bumbling detective addicted to detective fiction, cinnamon, a big cat,

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[belledezuylen]

I'm telling you, your mother could definitely be a secret agent. In fact, ever since our conversation, I've been having trouble not thinking of her as a secret agent.

I have been struck down by what feels remarkably like the onset of the plague, but is probably food poisoning (cranberry mayonnaise in 80-degree weather: not a good idea).

[t3hkodama]

Which type of cinnamon? Get thee to a library.