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DRILLING AND BLASTING SERVICES, says the van outside my window. Who knew there was a service specifically for the drilling and blasting of things.
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Last night I dreamt I was a crime-fighting ghost. I uncovered an evil group of childminders who were feeding their charges to werewolves, and THEN I celebrated my victory by crashing a New Pornographers concert. (I got in free, due to being incorporeal.) So that was quite fun.
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THE SNOW HAS ALL MELTED AND NOW IT IS RAINING :( Welcome back, Cornwall.
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Also I'm coming up to Rory and Dean's first break-up and my heart is preemptively breaking. (How am I going to make it all the way to season 5? HOW? I am going to die of Dean-related woe.)
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Last night I dreamt I was a crime-fighting ghost. I uncovered an evil group of childminders who were feeding their charges to werewolves, and THEN I celebrated my victory by crashing a New Pornographers concert. (I got in free, due to being incorporeal.) So that was quite fun.
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THE SNOW HAS ALL MELTED AND NOW IT IS RAINING :( Welcome back, Cornwall.
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Also I'm coming up to Rory and Dean's first break-up and my heart is preemptively breaking. (How am I going to make it all the way to season 5? HOW? I am going to die of Dean-related woe.)