a wolf angel is not a good angel

I’m home. Finally. For good.

Leaving was — surprisingly — harder than I had anticipated. It was easy once I’d left, at least. Now I need to unpack the boxes of random crap, the prospect of which, frankly, scares me. And to get the network functioning properly.

My cats seem to have forgotten me, though. Faithless little things.

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