the election is tomorrow. i am being inundated with pre-recorded calls to the extent that i asked someone this evening if she was real or on tape. it's dark early these days, phase one of the south beach diet does not get easier the longer one does it, and the election is tomorrow. am afraid to hope. despite all this, scenes of qpr joy have a miraculous, if brief, power to heal me. well, cheer me up a bit :-) so here are kevin and dexter feeling rather good about themselves.
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