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I was asked to read stories into a microphone by a friend named Helen, because a fanfiction reading that I did shortly beforehand helped her get her newborn son to bed.

Said son started school, I believe, a little while ago. Yet still the project rages. Well, angsts. Every so often I remember, feel guilty, and start reading Alice into a microphone again. This time I got all the way up to chapter four before entropy kicked in, so I’ll stop for now and pick it up in the morning.

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