Ahem. I went to bed last night, slept very well, and woke up again just now. The cat was pawing at me, doing the "kneading the dough" thing that cats do. Meaning: "Hey, tall hairless one, it's breakfast time. Get up!"
I prepare myself some medicine in a hurry, because it must be drunk before food intake and Sarah's busy producing cooking noises and
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