No, really with the sausage
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Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 23:58 on 27 April 2007
Megan and Mirabelle came over to follow up on my best friend EVER nomination. While Megan had her massage, Mirabelle and I played, mostly walking up and down one stair, over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
At one point, Megan handed Mirabelle one of the sausages left at the communal dinner. After a few moments, we realized that Mirabelle was much better at coordinating the sausage transfer: