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Mar 18, 2009 16:15

Today's arithmantic forecast is a thirty-six nine, one of the most even and fortuitous days of them all, which is why I wonder how this...
They say that arithmantic forecast is relative, and I suppose I find that to be true today.

Emma -- I told you to carry your journal and I hope that you are -- if you're reading or you read this later, I don't think it's very nice of you to skive off a date with your boyfriend. Michael actually came here to find you, and he's too nice a boy to leave behind.

Well. If anyone's seen her or does see her do tell her to come home because a pretty little blonde in the sort of clothing she chooses to wear in the summer could have any number of things happen to her when she wanders off alone, it wouldn't be the first time and we are very, very worried.

Wayne is choosing tonight to be fussy, I wish he wouldn't.
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