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Thursday Morning, Room 304
Jul. 27th, 2006 09:05 amIt wasn't especially early, but it still felt early if you had been up late, which Angela had.
Sadly, cats can't read clocks, and Min was making little 'Please remember I exist and feed me now' meaows. Angela stumbled out of bed to feed the cata nd start the coffeepot.
And then she sat on the edge of the bed and just kind of looked at Marty, who had dropped by only moments before she had fallen asleep. She could go back to bed, or she could wake him up. Hmmm.
Sadly, cats can't read clocks, and Min was making little 'Please remember I exist and feed me now' meaows. Angela stumbled out of bed to feed the cata nd start the coffeepot.
And then she sat on the edge of the bed and just kind of looked at Marty, who had dropped by only moments before she had fallen asleep. She could go back to bed, or she could wake him up. Hmmm.
