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Yume na Yaro
Hot night last night; little sleep. I reflected, while staring at the ceiling at oh-dark-thirty, that I generally don't dream about my work or work-related things. Either that's OK, or I really need to find a job sorting doll heads in a Tim Horton's where the phone never stops ringing.
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I emailed you that code...get it to him quick because the person that gave it to me posted it on her journal which means someone else could swipe it.
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Code passed.