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Todd (Poetboy)'s been upstairs with his love, and writing as usual. Which was a good thing. Since the Music would have found him a prime target indeed. Since he was busy scribbling in his notebook again. There was food by him, but it was half-forgotten. This is normal for the determined poet. Much to his fiancee's sometimes consternation.