I am fine and
derspatchel is fine. Being exhausted after separately and mutually stressful days, we went to bed around one in the morning after being off the internet for about an hour previous; so I woke a little after ten o'clock and checked my e-mail on the way back from the bathroom and saw the message from my mother about the police lockdown of Boston, after which Rob read me a lot off Universal Hub and we have concluded the level of unreality in the current situation is unreal. At the moment we are in bed with our laptops. We could have spent the day this way without any special reason, thank you.
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- 3: Your best won't be enough when you're thrown to the fire
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- 6: I know, I've seen the scythe in its sheath
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