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"Perfect!" she cheered.
"You're perfect." one added.
"Exactly." another praised. "Where's your..?"
"Period?" I questioned.
Why would someone be running an air conditioner on such a cool night?
"Huh?" came another voice from outside the window.
"She got that one right." another another added added.
"Use a good word." said a voice much like my mother's.
"How bout log?" said a man.
"...word" replied Mom.
I had a wierd dream involving Tom Moore, pant cuffs, and Winn (when?) or Read.
Susan read...something off a condiment bottle or something.
The cat climed out the window.
I continued to practice typing.
I heard a car drive down a wet street between our buildings.
Buildings here remind me of ships.
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