Fine the way it was.
September 16th 2005 'Myusli' for breakfast. As I left the flat Tamara Aleksandrovna called me back to inspect my hair, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around my head before rubbing it dry for me. She told me off for not taking my coat and put it on me, even though it's 15 degrees outside. What will she be like when winter comes?
Four hours of classes earlier, I'm so tired I've already almost
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