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  <title>Comments on 'Bigger Fish to Fry - First Thing in the Morning?!'</title>
  <subtitle>The first thing I was aware of was the dastardly sunlight beating down on my close eyelids.
&amp;quot;Haine...&amp;quot; someone said, and gently shook me. I groaned and batted their hand away.
&amp;quot;Don't you have something else to do? Like skydiving, for instance?&amp;quot; I didn't know who I was speaking to, because I get this thing called 'morning haze', and I can't see straight when I wake up.
Basically, I'm not a morning person.
&amp;quot;Haine!&amp;quot; the voice was more pronounced this time, and I was sure it wasn't Kazuma.
I groaned again, drawing out the sound, blinked blearily, and stared into the face of my visitor.

I fell out of the bed once I saw him.

&amp;quot;Holy frick on a stick! What the heck are _you_ doing here?&amp;quot; I asked, taking a lock of my tangled hair, and trying to UNtangle it.
Ryuuki looked at me, pouting a frown reminiscent of a puppy. &amp;quot;Why can't I get a normal reaction for once?&amp;quot;

I muttered something incoherent about 'privacy' and 'jerks', and he continued.
&amp;quot;I passed by last night - you weren't here.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I was too busy being fried.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-04T17:39:08Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Bigger Fish to Fry - First Thing in the Morning?!</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I like how she slowly wakes up and finally realizes who&amp;#8217;s there and shrieks, &amp;#8220;Holy frick on a stick!&amp;#8221; That made me laugh.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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