The 18th of November 2013 is more than a week ago now. I try to remember what I was doing then. It is a task not without some effort, (it was a day off, I was productive, I sent my dad a birthday present, I went through town looking for Christmas presents, I did a lot of scanning, then when Rose came home we ate some of the carrot soup I had made, which she said was the best carrot soup she had ever had, then we played some Mario Cart, had sex, etc.) trying to remember what I did five years ago on that day is yes an almost impossible task most days. He says the book is his true love. He is undecided about the plot, wants to get it right, make it good, but more than that, I cannot know.
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