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[scottobear]

Can’t sleep. Making up for my snoozing late this morn?

Wishing I had some square sheets of paper, to make some star wars origami for Newt to fetch.

“Get the X-wing! Git it! Git it! There’s a Porkins-shaped treat in that one! Yum!”

Not wanting to read, which is what usually knocks me out.

I’m looking for patterns in the shadows, window-shopping on ebay for weirdness, Newt’s sleeping at the foot of the bed.

Well, I’m going to try to turn in again. Nigh nigh, dear journal.

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