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Than cold rain out on the streets
cho i don't think so - the mentalist
monanotlisa
Did not wake up with a headache, thank God. Or possibly, thank the barkeep. In my as ever overcrowded, smoke-dense cocktail bar, I was better-prepared than Kay: She'd had halibut in a suckling-pig crust while I had a surprisingly sizeable portion of roast rabbit on savoy. (The oysters are neutral, because each of us had two fines de claires.)

Because it's a lazy Saturday, I'm wearing my Fringe Division hoodie. Also, pink underwear.

Kay: I've always wanted to know more about your underwear.
Moi: Shuddup and hang them up faster on this my laundry rack so we're not too late for our reservation.

Meeting up with [profile] witchsisnotlisa later. She can finally reveal the secret of how to friend folks on Goodreads. I was uncharacteristically stumped.

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