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Saturday, September 17, 2005 Oh God my head hurts, and my mouth feels like I fell asleep chewing a sock. This isn't my bed. Oh, I'm still on the sofa. What happened? Oh, there's the letter from Michael. It all comes back to me. "Hello Sleepy head. I'll bet you could really use this," Ginny hands me a cup of tea with lemon. "Thanks Ginny. What time is it?" "...
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