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So, he's on the table, thinking... I think. Surveying several square feet he looks at me pass the window the window generally stops my feet he is a 'he'... I think it's hard to see from the window harder when he's under his table. "come to my side of the window" he definitely can't here me... I think We'd put on the kettle, put up our feet thinking and talking between a coffee table
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
Table D.
So, he's on the table, thinking... I think. Surveying several square feet he looks at me pass the window the window generally stops my feet he is a 'he'... I think it's hard to see from the window harder when he's under his table. "come to my side of the window" he definitely can't here me... I think We'd put on the kettle, put up our feet thinking and talking between a coffee table
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
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