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A bird of itemness reminded me that I never call, I never write, and I'm generally brain-gone from most forms of communication. It's true, it's all true, so hopefully I'll apply one minuscule remedy in the form of an LJ post (shape of, an ice bucket ( Read more... )

Within the house I call my own, amidst construction of an attic paradise, one Mr. David Bernstrom tonight found a voodoo doll hidden beneath the floorboards.


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