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iTunes, you make me think that the only memorable thing I've managed all year is to introduce a continent to The Whitlams… you suck.

AND you sound like Louis Burdett. Bah.

Bit by bit, the pieces of the evening broke away. All that remains is the still of a Winter's night: loud, cold holes in the rooms, where activity and chatter had been earlier sprawled between the furniture. The liveliness had sucked the warmth and sense from the rest of the house while it was here, but tearing it away left a scar. From afternoon ( Read more... )

So, where are you all?

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