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April 19, 2006
Long day and almost no time to drink, fortunately, though, I found a minute to nip from the bottle I put behind the sugar sacks that the boss keeps stacked beside the dough mixer. My family thinks it's great that I work in a bakery. They expect cast-offs to be delivered to every family function. Greta gets disgruntled; my early departure wakes her enough to change her dreams. From soaring, grazing tree-tops, diving into luminescent pools visited by deer and satyrs, the scenes change to black clouds, snowy gusts and ropes anchoring her bare feet to concrete. She prefers ÃÆ'©clairs.