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[titusnowl]

I'm sitting in the dim - it's not the dark, not yet, not with the sun still out, but with the shades closed and the curtains drawn, it's dark enough for vampires here.  Murder By Death's cinematic cello snakes out of the speakers, thin smoke snakes out of a cigarette.  I'm in the mood for scotch.  Maybe I'll read some more Continental Op.  Maybe instead I'll read some Agent Pendergast.

What are you doing?