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  <title>Retroactive to summer 1927</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;[You can&apos;t see this! It&apos;s in her private journal, in code, locked up, boobytrapped, etc. I&amp;nbsp;tried to change the year to 1927 but it wouldn&apos;t let me! Imagine that!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know how many times I&apos;ve used without writing it down since I&apos;ve been with O because when I&apos;m with him i&apos;m &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)&amp;nbsp;so rarely in my own clothes (or any clothes, for that matter) &lt;br /&gt;b) rarely alone (if that makes any sense) &lt;br /&gt; c) often somewhere entirely different far away from both A and writing materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think I&amp;nbsp;must have used it at the first half of the TAS party because I remember standing around the buffet table for a few minutes and then suddenly woke up in his bed and he was on the floor expecting to be kicked or something. Well, maybe we&amp;nbsp;just drank too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know I&amp;nbsp;did use some that night we went to the tavern because I&amp;nbsp;have the notes. &amp;quot;Stupid marriage joke fight&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;is not a lot to go on, but I&amp;nbsp;didn&apos;t really get quite enough, i think, because it looks suspicious if i forget the entire evening, and he made enough comments afterwards that i have a pretty good idea of what happened. Ugh. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok something else or i won&apos;t even make any notes. Those are the only two times i can remember since i&apos;ve met him--i would&apos;ve in the goddamn tent SO MANY TIMES out of sheer boredom but i was on a mission and you never know what you&apos;ll need to remember and anyway that wasn&apos;t him. Can be annoying as hell but i like to remember him.</description>
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