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    <title>ginny_molly @ 2008-08-05T00:19:00</title>
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    <content type="html">There has &lt;i&gt;got &lt;/i&gt;to be a way to speed up this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, Mum has me doing everything &lt;i&gt;imaginable&lt;/i&gt;, trying to keep me prepared for whatever. When I say &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt;, believe me, I mean it. You'd think, she'd be done harping on me about how to cast a simple knicker-fixing charm(I mean, really)! I don't think that if I'm trapped in the bloody wilderness being chased by inferi or a dragon or a werewolf or a bloody one-eyed, one horned, flying purple people-eater, that I'm going to be concerned with whether there's a tiny hole in my knickers near my arsecheek! All of this housewife business has me going absolutely nutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you very much, &lt;i&gt;Ronald Bilius&lt;/i&gt;, for never being home. What a right useful brother &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are! Mum is practically throwing a fit if that bloody clock ever says you're in peril. Well, when you come home, you may as well be! I am going to hand you your left arsecheek in Quidditch. I cannot &lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; you'd leave me here to fend for myself, and you call yourself family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Mum will take me to Diagon Alley soon, I really ought to pick up some new school robes. Those old ones are looking a right mess. I suppose I ought to wait, though, for the books and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, I guess I better go do the dishes... or else. I'm sure Mum would have me by the ear tomorrow morning if I don't.</content>
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