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Mar 26, 2008 00:31

Another evening, another return to their room, this time balancing a tray of food. But this time, he sets it down outside before working the lock and doorknob, and so nothing gets spilled; and into the room he goes, with tea, honey-cakes, and paradoxes.

He is in a good mood, but a subdued one.
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