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((backdated to the 10th))
It seems like tradition, to be sick this time of the year. But it is cold. And it is March. The weather is dreadful. If anyone wants to grab me the notes and the assignments for the next few days, I'd be grateful.
It'll be Eleven Years as of tomorrow. Happy Birthday, I guess.
It seems like tradition, to be sick this time of the year. But it is cold. And it is March. The weather is dreadful. If anyone wants to grab me the notes and the assignments for the next few days, I'd be grateful.
It'll be Eleven Years as of tomorrow. Happy Birthday, I guess.