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.Quad Core. Quickly.
.Can I go now?

.George the Third

Woke up twenty five minutes before work. Did not panic, went in three minutes late, gracefully. Came back home, he didn’t call. Checked messages. Marketing pest didn’t call. E-mailed instead. Will be on radio tomorrow. Looked at the guitar, looked at the books, looked at the sketch pad. Touched neither. Want eyes. Preferably blue or green. Went into the office. Came back. George III said with a smile –1760 yards in a mile.. Angry. But mostly desperate. He didn’t come back. No calls. Was a call yesterday that I missed. Odd number. Didn’t answer or call again. Caressed the book on Roman law. Began a letter. In my head. Will find appropriate paper tomorrow. Big, huge moth. Beautiful. Going to bed.

.Fshh

Woke up at around ten. Came downstairs, saw people. Went fishing. Came back late, soaked. He didn’t call, marketing pest called. Ignored. Going to bed.