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Ugh, all right, everything is almost together here. Fuck, this has been such a fucking headache. I really fucking wish Flo had just dealt with some of this, herself.

Whatever, I guess, it's mostly all done, now. We're leaving on Monday and it's just all the little shit left to do. Of course, then we're going to be on the road for an age, hot and dusty and all that shit. Colndor might stink like a privy, but at least there's wind off the water. Something tells me it's going to be a fucking fireplace in the passes.

Any luck with that shit you were going to figure out, Lark?

I'm still not sure moving is the best idea, but at this point I'll just be glad to get going.