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[threeplusfire]

The cat killed a mouse in the living room last night. I think he breaks them instead of opening them up, a fact I am profoundly grateful for each time. Poor Slate was most distressed when Alan took the dead mouse away, and we felt terrible.

I'm glad we're leaving now, before the "pool party" gets underway. I hear a loud and crappy band practicing. Ahh, Austin, everyone's in a band.