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Bilbo has behaved unbelievably well today. We tried to play Scrabble, but none of the Whorehouse sets come in an alphabet that both of us can read. He's finally conked out underneath my desk. I showed him the hammock in the storeroom, but while he thought it made a fine swing, he seems to prefer kipping on the floor. Or it's his abandonment issues.

(Note to self: make serious effort to play Scrabble with Merin at some point.)