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Waiting for the kettle to boil. Jay made me some food, so I’m making us tea and hot chocolate. I just had a weird moodswing. Fighting it off, there’s no reason for it. Tea will make it better. Tea is good for my soul. It reminds me of my mom… makes me feel more comfortable somehow, and makes me sad that she’s so far away, at the same time. I miss having tea with mom.