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Day 09
Pila There are times when even the most hardened dermatologist can hate perfection. I feel like that most days. The layers now curled around my feet stop me thinking about it, and a combination of standing orders and extreme wealth are the worst thing to happen to the conscience since cheap clothes.
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Day 08
Miffy I wonder if sound, like smoke, rises. Sat up here on the studio roof, the sirens from the street seem to leap to meet my ears. A gull wheels around the chimney stack looking confused and lost. I saw a group of his brothers flap by earlier, and consider telling him, but keep quiet and let him do a few more circuits before lolloping off through the smog.
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Day 07
Really annoyingly, part of Day 7, the end of this poem, has gone missing too. Anyway, here it is so far. ***********************************************************************************************
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Day 06
Dr. N. Quellar M.D. Well anyway, Tommy was brought in to see me because his mother said she was worried about him. Mentioned personality problems and fears for his mental health prompted by odd behaviour. I had an idea in my mind of the sort of young man I would encounter, but nothing prepared me for the boy's visit to my practice.
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Day 05
Martaro Gardengnome: So how was it? *starflower*: Best night of my life. I swear to God I will NEVER wash an inch again! Gardengnome: What did he look like in real life? *starflower*: Bit shorter than you'd think but still reeeaaaally hot. He had a suit on and a red necktie and his hair was a bit messy. Oh my GOD, his smile! I nearly fainted!
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