Instinct dances, instinct dances
Six years ago today, Hestia and Autolycus were born with their three littermates to the black and golden-eyed, polydactyl Hera, Mother of the Gods. In their honor we opened a can of salmon-for-humans and shared it with them tonight. This message approved by Autolycus, still purring gently with salmon.


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Nine
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Ah, you do touch-typing, as taught in generations of high school!
I know - I was one of them. It didn't take. I type, when last I checked, 52 words per minute: 26 per forefinger. (Someone once told me she'd never seen “cop typing” done at such speed! Practice improves anything.)
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You have a working computer now?
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