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December 21.

This goodly day-off Ahshaut became two years old.

What a tall guy: 92 cm!

In the morning he and I jaunted to the Site to collect the last bagful of apples from the cellar.

On our way back I bought three bottles of wine from the shop at Shooshva Corner.

Carina and Sashic, with their children, came to congratulate.

After lunch, the scheduled sexual intercourse (the only suitable time during the whole week when Roozahna is visiting her relatives, Ahshaut napping, the mother-in-law tactfully gone to her place: all fixed and fitted).

<!-- Frankly, I am anything but fond of fucking with your eye on the clock and no matter if it's before, at, or after the action.-->

Past 4 p.m., Lydia came to our place bringing some grapes and roses.

The feast got a fresh start.

It's ten past ten p.m.

Five minutes ago I saw Sahtik and Roozahna off. Ahshaut sleeps home.

The full moon outdoors and the first shell-burst of the day: were it the last too.

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