I had a dream last night that Hookbill decided to fly out and visit me. Though he decided he could only come during my lunch break and that we needed to watch Bridget Jones's Diary right then because Darcy is so dreamy. I tried to get ready to return to work while letting him do his own thing, but he managed to eat all my food, scare my dog away, magically transport us to the library, and make me late. Then he left as quickly as he came.
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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