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I have suddenly found it difficult to know what to do with myself. Taking to the streets again to ease my restlessness.

kleptotart is in jail. Perhaps I should pay her a visit. Unless she wriggles her way out first.

I think klaviermusik is feeling a little better now. ... But it's hard for me to know where to go from here. Or if I even should go anywhere... Maybe I should just let everything be. She's been through enough.

I need to take a walk.