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8:51 am

Buck talking about drinking my paycheck again.  His solemn duty to go on a bi-monthly bender courtesy me.  Asked this morning if this is the day for my monthly bath.  Told Haines I am the unclean bard.  All Seattle is washed in the rain and if I could scrub my soul I’d be clean again.  Again that inner bite of deceit.  Hits the spot.