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my mom figured out the sewing machine! apparently i had loaded the bobbin wrong...not sure what it was exactly, which bodes ill for when i have to reload it, but for the moment i can sew merrily away. i also have a chocolate rum ball bc i ventured out to the bakery on a vital morale-boosting trip, which i don't feel bad about bc i literally have not left the house except to go grocery shopping once a week since this all started, so one trip to the bakery will not kill anyone, probably. anyway now i have challah and aforementioned rum ball, and people are loving my last fic to an extent that i truly did not expect at all, so life is pretty good for the moment. when i start trying to write the sequel i'm sure i'll plunge into despair again, of course, but for now i'm content and all is well.