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Sab tried some salmiakki.
She now feels traumatized.
"You didn't need to write that," she said. Well, no, I totally did.
"You hoser! You fucking hoser!" Yes, I am.
"rtfhjtg," said Sab.

Anyway. Today was TOO HOT. Well, not really, but it was warmer than I would have liked. And unfortunately, she had like, two glasses of soda, and now she's totally-
"You're TYPING about me!" she said. Yes, I am. Anyway, she's bouncing off the walls and --
"ANGRY TYPING. Gawd!" Yes. As I was saying, she's very hyperactive and I have no idea what I'm going to do with her.

[edit] Happy birthday, Fyre -- I had no idea; found out from Noon. So, there we go.