Pages this hour: 48
Third sentence I read at the start of this hour: He'd rewired a faulty connection during a sound check, which to Sylvie was the equivalent of building a microwave oven out of paper clips and a Zipppo. "How do you know everything?" she asked.
I'm gonna move upstairs this hour, and get ready for bed. I anticipate my page count to drop by half.
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