Holy Fuck, London. Sis woke me up this morning with a medium-frantic call with worry about
wibbble and
elance; I reassured her that they were by no means in London.
*brews and passes out tea*
...hey, there's not much else I can do from here. Probably not much else I could do there.
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(We actually have some chocolate we've been meaning to send to you, but not the money to send it. Huuge big heavy box.)
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