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So I had about 45 minutes between my physical therapist appointment and a conference call. And I'd already gotten everything ready for the conference call earlier this morning. And George was tired from a morning workout of Bach.

What to do, what to do?



I have no self-control whatsoever. I think I'll take these naughty little delights (if there are any left) to the bookstore tomorrow. And leave them there.

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