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So I walk into the house last night and my dad goes, "How would you like to move this weekend?" He sat there and waited for me to finish spurting various confused syllables before he explained that our landlord has a nicer place available for not a lot more money, and we can have it if we move in soon. So, it looks like I might be moving. I'm staying in Yarmouth, though, which is good because that would make it exceedingly difficult to give the proper two weeks' notice.

In other news, IT'S COLD. BRRRRRR.

The end.

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Also, EXACTLY TWO WEEKS UNTIL MY TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY YAAAAAAAY.