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Up past my bedtime...the past six months I seem to not be able to get myself to sleep by my "bedtime"...but I digress.

Up past midnight, finally going to bed...I hear the russle... and find the girl quickly trying to put the big book away before I catch her.

It's the weekend, although she does have piano lesson in the morning...how can I deny my youthful doppelganger one last chapter.

So I leave her, reminding her to finish and go to bed soon!  As I am reminded of those man nights of my youth spent in similar respite.


*her poison, Stephen King's "It".