once upon a time, there was a clinique. clinique vignt-troi, as it was known. and in that clinique were two ladies who let a blue haired miscreant from montreal insinuate herself, once again, in their home. incroyable! vive la burrito libre! now off to fetch a coffee for icka ,after sleeping the night in talaitha's bed.
i think my stay here will be paid for entirely in half-eaten burritos, and poems. what can possibly go wrong!
more later when i return from Out There.
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