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I woke up late today, to the sounds of Rz doing gardening in the backyard. Rz’s an old family friend, she comes over sometimes to help out with the gardening and maintenance and what-not.

And had a weird dream. I dreamt that everyone else was much, much taller than I am… and the top of my head only reached up to slightly below their shoulders. Argh. I hate being short and 5′ 3″.

Milk doesn’t help, but might as well drink it anyway. It’ll help me run away from osteoporosis.

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