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November 25, 2005

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Quicquid

I smell a tanning bed too.

Marupa

Your tanning bed smells? You need nice Bolivian girl to clean you.

Card's wife

QQ, you have a tanning bed? Still waters do run deep.

Marupa

No, they burn deep.

Card's wife

I see my name but I don't remember posting that. Perhaps it was my late afternoon visitors who seized control of the keyboard.

Card's wife

J, S today perhaps dinner?

Quicquid

Why don't you just call her and ask?

Mr. Peperium

Yes. Dinner questionable.

Card's wife

QQ, can't call too early because Mr. P doesn't like that. Can't email her because she doesn't check her email. (And never returns it even if she checks it -- just like Misspent). So the easiest way get her attention is to communicate by blog.

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