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Ian Twittlefoot
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| You know, they say that tomorrow is supposed to be the perfect weather for a picnic. I find that hard to believe, given the gathering the gray clouds on the horizon. Not that I was planning on having a picnic, mind you, but I do so love dining al fresco.
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| Pritch, I'm afraid we're over.
It just wouldn't be prudent according to Section IV, Subsection F, and I don't love you enough to fill out 349-A. I'll have to find some other awkwardly attractive bloke to love. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| I go away for two years, and when I get back, everyone's taken up with these tacky journal things that I proclaimed a fleeting fad. Shows what I know.
As much as it shocks me to say this, I actually missed London. Truly, while Scandinavia is gorgeous, all of the snow and ice gets quite tiring. I now understand why Finland is the most sparsely populated country in the EU. I will also not miss hearing the same old tired clips of Sibelius.
Anyway, the grant I was using to study the Tatars ran out, and the Finnish government decided my research unnecessary (in their economy, I'm not all that surprised), and besides, I wanted to come home anyway.
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