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New things: Gus passes out, Nick sulks, Rafe makes tea, Stella is giving up men, I finally know what that lovely-smelling vine is
Old things I still like: dawn on the windshields of the infantry trucks, cardinal-red window panes
Fetishes: only my usual thumb-ring
Soundtrack: Underworld, some horrific eighties hits that I had to turn off
Sustenance: coffee, popcorn
Reason for stopping: hungry husband
