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June 24,1998
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catsRalph is standing on the edge of the sink head-butting my wet, bleachy arm. Gray Boy is rubbing against my legs. Star is looking for trouble with Gray Boy. botanistsIstvan calls from the arboretum to tell me he's got all the slides and we need to talk about how I am going to get them before he and Zsolt leave for China in the morning. This messages appears while I'm on the phone with either Thomas or an old friend who called unexpectedly. I forget which. I never get this many phone calls in one day. bobbyBobby!?!? |
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