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12.18.2008

1/8

As of yesterday, I am 12.5% of the way through my time at NSA. Not a lot, is it?

Macaroni and cheese + more cheese + hot sauce + black olives + ketchup = pure delight. I can't believe it took me this long to think of it.

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AddieDecember 18, 2008 at 8:10 PM
... you're very brave, Claire. O.o
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Hannah JaneDecember 18, 2008 at 11:02 PM
Black Olives!!!!
Sounds yummy:)
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trotterDecember 23, 2008 at 9:41 PM
Very good . . . as a bomb? As rat killer? As some sort of demented face cream? What do you speak of Canadia? Surely you don't mean to put such putrescence in your mouth?! Merry Christmas.
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"If only there could

be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."

I looked up at him, to see what he would say. He did not turn to me, he went on watching the road ahead. "What particular moments in your young life do you wish uncorked?" he said. I could not tell from his voice whether he was teasing me or not.

"I'm not sure," I began, and then blundered on, foolishly, not thinking of my words, "I'd like to keep this moment and never forget it."

- Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca