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Everything must go. Somewhere.
Also, lease on the new apartment starts tomorrow (although Actual Moving does not happen until Friday). I've boxed up the last of the books and all the DVDs. Tomorrow's To Do list includes such items as "couch shopping" and "assemble shelves at new apartment" and "pack everything that can be packed".
And yet, what is it that I find myself carefully bracing myself for, and developing meticulous strategies for handling, emotionally? Yeah. Rereading Mary Doria Russell's The Sparrow for the first time since I was in high school. (It's my book group's book for April, and we meet on the 9th. I will read pretty much anything for my book group, and I actually have been curious to read it again and see if the impact is anything like the same now that I'm not sixteen and Catholic.)
But seriously, I'm really scared.
Sando::::::::::::z.
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EMILIO SANDOZ/JACK HARKNESS, I THINK THIS COULD WORK ACTUALLY. Uh. As long as Jack is willing to take it very, very slow. Very. Slow. Possibly stopping forever at cuddles. Whatever, I bet Jack's good at cuddles.
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SO cool!
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I feel much better already. Emilio will be fine! And cuddled.
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I'll be curious how you feel about it now.
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But, yeah, I must say I think it's probably right up your alley, thematically speaking. Although it is pretty unrelentingly grim in outlook.
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cultInstitute whose sole purpose is to cuddle Emilio and make him feel safe! :Dno subject
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