This is a very boring Friday night/morning. I have no playmates. All have either retired or never existed to begin with, except in the imagination of my fingertips--which is quite active. But the hour grows late and my dragon is pulling at my elbow, telepathically sending a message that if I don't stop messing around I won't wake up in time, in the morning, for all the things that we need to wake up for. smile
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