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  <title>DoLoHoV | LuCi</title>
  <subtitle>DoLoHoV | LuCi</subtitle>
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    <name>DoLoHoV | LuCi</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-26T19:11:40Z</updated>
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    <title>oO4</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T19:11:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T19:11:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Terribly bored by all this rain we've been having. How does the rest of the week look? Everything is damp and it smells like something died outside my front door. &lt;strike&gt;Come to think of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Lydia, I might need another vacation. Imports have been slow, business is wasting away. How about someplace cold this time. Skiing?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:letspretendxo:1258</id>
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    <title>oO3</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T20:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T20:09:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A little of this, a little of that. Spain was a great trip, the four of us have got to do that again sometime soon. I think my tan is already fading. 
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The stupor everyone seemed to be in from celebrating the Irish seems to be fading as well. Pity. People are always more entertaining when completely pissed out of their minds.
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&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I've moved again, although this time my accommodations are noticeably better. Clients with money, especially this latest Mrs. G, always suit my fancy. She has this daughter though who incessantly stops by so I feel as if I'm being constantly kicked out of my own place. Her mother doesn't want me around, all very hush hush. Although judging by the brilliance of her offspring something tells me I could paint myself blue and dance on the table and the little darling would still be in the dark. 
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&lt;s&gt;Note to self: never have kids&lt;/s&gt; 
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But honestly, I don't care if it's really her house, I'm living here too &lt;s&gt;for the time being&lt;/s&gt; now so being treated with a little more of the respect I deserve would be nice.&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;b&gt;[lydia &amp; cassi]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Do you know anything about how to be rid of unwanted &lt;s&gt;children&lt;/s&gt; callers? I've tried everything I can think of and this little bint keeps calling around. It's beginning to really piss me off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/lydia &amp; cassi]&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;b&gt;[&lt;s&gt;druggies&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;pathetic whores&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;honeymooners&lt;/s&gt; clients]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Only about ten days left this month folks. You're bills are due. Pay up before it gets ugly. Hope the paddy in all of you didn't drain all your pockets. Abe's aren't cutting it, half G's and up. Amnesty? Coming at a high price this month, my friends. You know my vault number.
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As always, references are welcome. And your numbers for April. &lt;s&gt;Top of the morning to you.&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/clients]&lt;/b&gt;
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    <title>oO2</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T20:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T20:46:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Coming into some money is always great. Especially when you aren't expecting it. Yet another old relative is dead and who else is left to inherit but me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, basically nothing is going on. This time of year is so boring. I need some adventure. I'm thinking about taking a vacation perhaps. Someplace warm, with attractive &lt;strike&gt;rich&lt;/strike&gt; adults to relax with. I'm looking for suggestions, obviously since if I knew where I should go I would already have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten almost desperate, I'll admit. Anyone want a cigarette?</content>
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    <title>oO1</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T21:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T20:46:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think the worst holiday in the history of wizarding-kind is Valentine's Day. There is nowhere to eat because everyone who normally sits at home on their fat arses reading the post or the news or something stupid like that, has made reservations they're going to cancel anyway at my favorite restaurants leaving me to eat at someone's house. That and men at this time of year think you owe them something extra - like I can control that every 14th of February some dick-wad's idea of a joke takes us on full throttle. Whoever the git was that came up with this obscene holiday that causes women to swoon after every good-looking swag who walks by should be dipped in chocolate, rolled in candied hearts and be torn apart by every love sick fool who believes in the celebration of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullocks.</content>
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