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Have my aunt's car. Master plan is to move her desk back out to Jones-Harrison. I've attempted some repairs that I hope hold up. Thong's supposed to help me, but he's hiding in bed. I was putting some silicon glue on the paper dividers inside the desk when he was down looking at his fish and debating whether the biggest Jack Dempsey was frying size or not. I've carried most of the things upstairs. I've got my aunt's car in the driveway with the picture in it. I had to replace the glass in it. Should have replaced the glass when I was at the hardware store that Thong broke whilst whacking pigeons.