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[phosfate]

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.)

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[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

::trying not to expire::

That was wonderful, Bilbo! I liked the ghost babies especially.

Sure, they can live down there. Would you like to build them a house from one of the copier paper* boxes?

I'm going to, uh, y'know, the thingie. I'll be back in a second.

::goes to the ladies' lounge, making a concerted effort not to run::

::closes door behind her, leans against it::

mmmmmmmmmmmBWAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa--*choke*


*I don't know why we have a copier in the Whorehouse. I never have anything to copy. And sometimes when I get here in the morning, the recycle bin is full of photocopies of what look like large Parkerhouse rolls. Weird.