2005-07-26 - 7:00 a.m.
The Phantom was busy stuffing things in her bag. Frogs, crayons, purple play dough, and the coffee jug... her thoughts were scattered... too many things to think of and not enough brain. Where was Ang? Maybe she should call Yoda? Calls to the north were several times a day now. She needed a plan. At the top of her list she wrote: Don't Worry. Excellent plan. Now how do we facilitate THAT?
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