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[outsdr]

It's one hour and twenty minutes past my bedtime. I'm sitting in my dark home, the only light comes from above the kitchen sink behind me. iTunes plays "C Me thru" by Alphaville; Ike is sneezing under the table at my feet; there are brand-new sheets waiting for me on my bed; and for the moment, sitting here in the blackness singing along to Alphaville, I'm content.

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Who is Ike?

Is the top of his head totally disconnected from the bottom of his head?

Does he do good impressions of David Caruso's career?

*grins*

*waves at The Outsider*