I thought I’d gotten to lunchmaking in time but, nope: no sooner had I eaten a sandwich than the Weakening struck. Fed myself a quick bowl of cereal as an extra but had to go lie down pretty immediately. Head-swimmingly exciting.
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I thought I’d gotten to lunchmaking in time but, nope: no sooner had I eaten a sandwich than the Weakening struck. Fed myself a quick bowl of cereal as an extra but had to go lie down pretty immediately. Head-swimmingly exciting.